MGHO #10 Creative Writing...

I am up late and wrote this poem. It is VERY deep in some subjects, and yet very trite in the same degree.


Luminous is the sky, what a sight, what a toll. And my father walked under to bring me to the world. I saw as I came what I would be and all, and I sank and became enchanted by the old.

The ways they washed through me, not a word not a voice. And I grimaced and laughed for the man I had become. For the man I now see would have to forgive twice.

Watch now and sing…O’ the drums and the toll of the bell that rings inside and out of the life I made…here it is , buzz, buzz. Hello.