Canvas
22 March 2013
Canvas
Bleary-eyed, barely rested, 4 AM,
just another typical night for me.
I know it’s pointless to go back to bed,
after all, dawn’s just a few hours away.
This is my quiet time, to think, to write,
fueled by the words of so many others.
My well is full, I draw from it deeply,
hoping to pour myself out on the page.
I claim my journeys, both inside and out,
and I never tire of asking questions.
I know I’m no different than many,
yet I’m absolutely unique as well.
I paint with words, a little at a time,
never quite sure what the canvas will be.
Sonnet VIII
17 November 2011
Sonnet VIII
If I could take the time to truly see,
would you let me learn who you really are
inside and out? And if I could be still
enough to listen, would you trust me
with your unguarded thoughts and true feelings?
If I could believe in you, even when
you struggle with your own doubts and questions
would you dare to share your hopes and your dreams?
If I could understand what your needs are,
whether spoken or not, would you let me
grow in my ability to meet them?
There are so many more ifs that I could list,
but if I could love you like I want to
I would not have to tell you how I would.
En Passant
09 November 2011
En Passant
It took awhile to learn the basic moves,
like the knight, castling, and then en passant
and to learn that each move required thought,
consideration of call and response.
With experience, strategy began,
planning aggressive attacks, but also
the wisdom of defense and position.
Then came studying puzzles: Mate in 5,
and analyzing games, my own mistakes,
as well as emulating the masters,
memorizing openings and looking
farther and farther ahead to winning.
I will never reach Grandmaster Level,
but chess has taught me so much about love.
