I’m down With some contemporaries of mood. My favorite pessimists: Kurt Vonnegut, Rod McKuen. love of others, love of self: Intertwined and misdirected! I’m up! Only to the wish of clouds. by M. Perron (Originally written March 7, 1992) Notes: I fondly remember this period as one of great creativity. I was reading and writing … Continue reading Midweek Poems – As I read this
Midweek Poems – The Lay of Copernicus Wiffledown
Copernicus Wiffledown was well admired. For it seemed this well to do gent had a generous nature that never expired. Some even called him the Christmas day Scrooge, for his delight in giving was so lovingly huge... by M. Perron (Originally started July 3, 1990... remains incomplete... so far.) Notes: This was one of those … Continue reading Midweek Poems – The Lay of Copernicus Wiffledown
I’m So Grateful for the Recognition
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Where the poem hides
The binding holds in The pages to be filled Like a sculptor I can believe The medium holds the art Study the lines and textures The surface is secretive Only impulse distracts The poem from the page by M. Perron (Originally written March 9th, 1992) Notes: I can't shake the feeling that there is another … Continue reading Where the poem hides
Life of a Smoke
I’m lying in the dark for what seems like forever. I know I exist, because I feel movement and solid mater surrounds me on all sides. Suddenly a light shines on me, I’m grabbed large soft things squeeze me too hard. In a single movement I’m transported between a pair of soft, warm surfaces that … Continue reading Life of a Smoke
Frustration
Frustration Oh, so cold, very cold Cold enough to spread Out of my centre. Cold enough to raise The hair on my forearms. Cold enough to cause My hands to loose grip of my pen. Cold enough for respite To be found solely in a fetal position. Oh, so cold, very cold Frustration by M. … Continue reading Frustration
Lack of Inspiration
A collection of words… Insensible A jumble of thoughts… Non-sequential An abomination of emotions… Unreasonable All from lack of inspiration. by M. Perron (Originally written March 16, 1992) Notes: Well, this is amusing. I was writing about having no idea what to write about. Kudos to me for sticking to it!
Sad
sad… the clouds are lonely… the birds are depressed… the beer is alone… the chair is unmoved… the ant is unamused… the clowns are bored… the people are horny… the teenager is unemotional… the painting is listless… the dog is drunk… the party is sober… the shirts are dry… the pants are cold… the girl … Continue reading Sad
Nirvana
Streaking through the sky The wind in my feathers, I weave and bob on the air currents. Forever listening for the songs of other travellers, Companionship On the road of the muse, the watchman in my head is looking after my creative heart finds it’s release of passion. Oh, blissful… by M. Perron (Originally written … Continue reading Nirvana
People I feel sorry for
There she sits, unremarkable Blue jeans, white shirt Looking through bric-a-brac papers A salvage From the junkyard of a too big purse Head bowed Disheveled in insecurity She glances and retreats A shell of shyness. Poor girl I hope she has a good life. by M. Perron (Originally written May 16th, 1992) Notes: Wow, I … Continue reading People I feel sorry for
The New Renaissance Mindset 