Day: April 12, 2015

Hidden Brook

Babbling brook

Slender flow

With time to waste and relax

No rush to see the end

soft murmur

Endless drift

Carrying on


Slow stand

Dipping toes

To check for balance and temperature

Wading in, first ankles, then shins

Cool, refreshing

Warding off

Summer’s heat


Simple times

Easy escapes

A get-to place, just mine

No one judging, watching my steps

Happiness is

Finding serenity

Here, alone

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

Words With Her

We’re all fucked up

Every one of us

It’s only to what degree

And it always depends

On who’s doing the judging

Some people can accept less

Live with more

Live with the fucked up qualities of others

I have a hard time with this

Maybe I’m not the answer

Maybe I’m the problem

Maybe I just don’t really like most people

So, yeah

We’re all fucked up

And lately

I’ve kept busy, by reading your mind

It’s a dirty, but wonderful world you got there

Don’t change

For your’s is one of the few

One that I can live with

© Dicky J Loweman 2015