Fire and ice
on a beautiful
bed in the night
sleeping together
with a peaceful
harmony in a
red and white
blanket

Deny the fact
Live in a dream...

The reality was not meant
for some of us.

Once popping crackling
flashing

now burning down
to an orange ember

soon to be spritzed
followed by hissing

then sputtering
what just happened

we had so much
promise

whit howland © 2021

The Creed of a Humanist
(My 12 Rules of Living)

I might be down, but will not despair

I might be bruised, but will bear

I might fear but will stay

I might fail, but effort I will redouble.

I might suffer, but will not be bitter

I might be alone, but will love being my own

I might be forsaken but will not be broken

I might weep but only in silence

I might be bewildered but will not count it loss

I might be misunderstood but no ill-being will I harbour

I might not be loved but will live not in hate

I might be dying but still the last moment I will be savouring

some are wizards


some come predicted


while in bristol working

she asked the relationship because he liked

stuff of mine


on reflection see that she noted these things a lot

where

others would not have noticed


then a decision was made

by one party agreement by the other


parted


frying potatoes  for tea

skins gone crispy


clean the cooker  top


some draw

while others draw out


tick eater

The simple act of looking
Will cause something to be
So I control my gaze
In a contemporary maze
Of love and poetry!