I’m Alone With only my memories – I sit alone on the hill and watch the sunset… Faces float by in surreal silence And, In words only I can hear, each tells a story of My life, unadorned with gratuitous Words of praise and solicitude… With each face, With each story, I know […]
What madness is this?
This concoction of the mind
That delivers death and destruction?
A Speck of Dust In the Aeonic repetition Of night enveloping day, A tiny universal speck Of dust contemplates The great mystery of Endless orbits and Infinity… The insanity of war and Fragile unstable peace… The beauty of a sunrise, Sunset, love’s wondrous Bliss confused by anomalous Inanity… The speck of dust mingles With all […]
“Writing And Me” Posted November 1, 2012 by Billy Ray Chitwood Most people who write and those who wish to write likely know that the libraries of the world are comfortably stacked with the ‘how to’ of creative writing. Guess the thing for me is, I’ve got to do my own struggling, got to find […]
Under a pale blue morning sky a long plume of white misty cloud softly touches the Sea of Cortez, and I ponder the spirit of the restless. In fact, it is my own restless spirit that dictates this post, given energy by the ghosts from an Appalachian youth of mobility and uncertainty, by my own […]
“Portrait In Time” Young man, do you not see me as once I might have been? Is it the wrinkle, the sagging skin Time laid upon me that you see? Once I stood, perhaps like you, with noble thoughts and dreams A new bright morning might bring. Time wore me down with its […]
“Mirror Images” I once looked at men like you, old men, frail and haunted… That was when youth declared that I woiuld live forever. How hard it was to see then… how easy it is to see now. Life was moonlight and promises… So soon came ecstasy and joy. When did it get […]