Brave morning's guide by gilded shafts announced,
His silver yawns streaming upward in ribbons of wisp,
Turns his grasp toward lofty heights
And with a laugh rises to greet the new day, beaming.
...
What I yes who are right now
Ideas jumble in my mind
Refuse to form up in tidy lines
Deny cohesion
...
'Flotsam'
It's a funny word
For what I am
A castaway, unwanted, useless, garbage
...
You have a bad day
You know it's okay
Or that's what you say
You tell 'em you're fine
...
I'm an author, web developer, drafter, and RPG designer with a love for poetry. Grace and peace to you and yours!)
The Bright Son Rises
Brave morning's guide by gilded shafts announced,
His silver yawns streaming upward in ribbons of wisp,
Turns his grasp toward lofty heights
And with a laugh rises to greet the new day, beaming.