
Rising Up
Born to Try
Dash
Dirty
Drudgery
Difficult
Dream
Desperate
Driven
Determined
Dripping
Dragging
Desire
Dollars
Donuts
Distinguished
Destiny
Rising Up
Born to Try
Dash
Dirty
Drudgery
Difficult
Dream
Desperate
Driven
Determined
Dripping
Dragging
Desire
Dollars
Donuts
Distinguished
Destiny
Up, up, and away!
I know it can be a bit confusing, but I have more than one blog. This one, where I post some of my writing exercises or the results thereof, and my blog at weatheringthejourney.com, which has more of my personal stuff. There’s more religious-y stuff there, so if that’s not your thing, then it may not be your happy place. However, it’s where I post more of my “this is my real life” kind of stuff, so if you want a peek into some of that, it’s over there.
Heartache
Writhes, wordlessly
Lacerated, until
An apology crafts a key –
A way to unlock the rusted guard gates
Of the zombie cemetary
Where undead pain begs for
Words to soothe the
Heartache
H. Bullough 05-24-2017
Sweet! It’s a little love note!
Early, during the denial of dawn,
Dreams overlap my day’s to-do list
And I remember you.
I think of the projects ahead and
Wish I could ask,
How would you?
I can learn from
Books,
Videos,
Teachers.
But you were
My favorite teacher –
My how-to manual:
How to make and fly a kite.
How to ice skate on a pond.
How to fish.
How to fix broken things.
How to make old things new.
How to build a world with words,
And hold it together with epoxy.
Your lessons epoxied us.
Now you are gone.
In the pre-dawn, I wonder
What are your current projects?
Are you building
Stars,
Worlds,
Relationships?
Whatever it is, I know there will be epoxy.
-H. Bullough 05-16-2017