Lately, moments are shifting second by second, minute by minute and I have to remind myself to be content:
He sits silently before me
Staring at the screen, afraid to ask
Be careful there’s a hot drink
Mind the steam. Evidence brought
Forward he smiles to the courts
Displaying an appreciation for the
Moments transpiring in due course.
A woman looks over her shoulder,
The child is in despair, a corridor for losers
Chasing random signs, it is an illusion
Without and illusion, within, stand firm, be kind.
Pink balloons arise in the air
Truth and Justice, bells chime to be fair
Don’t drift, don’t waste away in time
A drink will spill, sing nursery rhymes.
Verdalibre, a Philosopher’s Philosophy, Creative Writing
An eternal loop the loop this summer for One Writer’s Progress,
by J. Spencer. August 2018