Summer’s laugh echoes
across marble walls and thru dark forests sprung from red clay
filled with residents of my imagination.
“write, boy,” she says. “make dramas in distant galaxies,
lean poems, and thoughtful essays.”
chained by laziness, cuffed by habit and collared by Mistress Obligation
i mutter, “so many gotta-do’s,
pop-up appointments and other baggage.”
barefoot, Summer moves toward the pier. “life is….”
“i know. it happens while we’re….”
she blows me a kiss.
“no. life is now, this moment, this day, this thought.”
—Terry Redman
My card says, “Mystery Fan, Bibliophile, Writer, Raconteur.” I have published in non-fiction, fiction and poetry. My current interests are creative blank verse and reading suspense or non-fiction. You can find my works on my blog and at Facebook. Drop by and have a cup of coffee.