Witt's End

November 11th 2017 There ere times when city lights become hypnotic at night.  Cruising down an empty road chasing your headlights.  Going from lit pole to dark and back again. November 11th 2017 Night’s a fickle mistress Sometimes she demands your dreams Other times your watchful vigil Which it is You do not know But you heed her call one way or another Your body rules the roost for you Even when your mind cannot November 12th 2017 The gradiated Yet defined Colors of a sunset Objects against a sun That light straining for its last chance  To escape the horizon That doesn’t involve  The mirror that is the moon December 4th 2017 Some nights I stare out at the cold Wishing I could bring a little cool To let me sleep But nothing comes So I bide my time Watching Jack Frost at play And hoping idle times are nigh December 12th 2017 The lyrics come easy I can even hear the music But I can’t right it down And my fingers won’t catch up

I’ve often written poetry and never really had a forum to share it. I went a few years without writing and last year it just started happening again over the summer and here’s some of the them. I’ll divide them my dates. Hopefully people enjoy them and we can see what happens. July 13th 2017 It's not as if I ever stopped writing before. But I need to listen Feel Put the pen to paper It's time again August 21st 2017 At once A darkened sky Reminds of light Even when complete Rays finger across the sky The day is never vanquished It can't be

I write a lot but a lot of people don't probably know that. It's cathartic for me but it's so much more than that. It's where I have found my voice and it's time I start sharing that. I hope that maybe some of these ramblings mean something to someone. Who knows if they'll even be read or not. I don't know. But this is something I've been really truly thinking about. It's something I feel I should do. And this is a fairly public forum but let's see what happens.