Less than Epic

Talking, mumbling
Murmur in the air
Moving song
in the background
Making the moment
more epic than it is

The Rooms

The kitchen is where we stand and talk
The living room is where we sit and gawk
The bedroom is where dreams come true
The office is where documents accrue
The rooms are where are lives play out
The rooms are nothing when we are out.

The Wind

Tangling, detangling, hair in the wind
Stuck in my chapstick
Again
Forced by Nature
Forced by some energy
Wish it would stop
JUST STOP
then
Silence
Slow motion
And then ZOOM
back to reality

The Long Hours

The long hours are strings
They stretch and hold my universe together
The wind and intertwine
They knot and tangle up.
The long hours are strings
They dance in the windy night
They are the nerves along my spine
They are the connecting thoughts
The long hours are strings
They travel to and fro
They carry voices across the way
They sway and then they fray