#hexaverse
The Sun is flaring,
Life's not seafaring
It's hot magma time
For disappointments.
Care you for love,
Then redrill once,
Twice or three times
Into that well.
Wellbeing
Swells up
To the max,
Feelings
Are mood
Flares!
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 3:04 PM UTC
Quiet calm proceeds dawn
Dawning with suns hush
Hailing without some words
That only parrots know
Knowing words can be sung
As the daylight comes up.
Night owls hoot softly
Ready to sleep days
While mists lay lowly
On ponds that ripple
Fish sending up airs.
Bubbles pop up
Like spoken words
Air is required
To give them sound.
Whisper winds
Through willows
Wishful spells
Spelling
Hello.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 3:54 PM UTC
Ten acres of new ideas
Not being all written down
Down from mind to paper
Peculiar problem we writers have
Holding them impossible as clouds.
Caring for the words
Wishing it was easy
To corral them all
At one's own command.
Coping with gaps
Of time torn
By online grids.
Come hither
Says muse,
Daily!
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 5:33 PM UTC
Today was nothing more
than a woeful echo
of my life yesterday.
And the same is true for
every day I have lived
ever since I gave up.
I don’t remember
what led me down this
lonely desolate
path of nihilism,
of self-destruction.
I don’t recall
a time I felt
differently.
Blank mind. Blank walls.
So I wait,
stoic, numb,
as silence
descends
upon
me.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC