Good timber…

More bathroom graffiti.
More bathroom graffiti.  The “artist” did not know that the words are a line from Douglas Malloch’s poem, Good Timber.

Here I am with more “positive” bathroom graffiti.  While I don’t condone writing on other people’s property, the black sharpie on the white exposed area and the black paint… well, I couldn’t resist capturing this Wisdom Wednesday worthy quote.

 

 

 

 

 

Writer’s Plight

As the day comes to a close,

I try to come up with some poetry or prose.

Trying to think of something witty,

but the words just aren’t there… it’s such a pity.

So I guess I’ll retire for the night…

get some much needed rest for this writer’s plight.

And tomorrow I will try again,

to come up with something interesting to pen.

 

 

 

Grateful

I look in the mirror and see a few grey hairs,

lines that weren’t there before,

and the toll that gravity has taken.

In my body, the aches and pains whisper.

Sometimes they scream.

Scars.

Some on the inside…

some without.

And I’m here.

I have breath

and life

and love.

I am grateful.