Scribbles 'n Bits

Tag: scribbles

  • Passion

    Perplexed by the utility of love - 
the blunt instrument by which we excuse our higher faculties 
like better judgement and grace.

  • Bound

    Vanished from him
across the sea.
Drying eyes 
with salted air, 
the Northbound man 
set trade winds free. 
A raft adrift 
though lashings taught. 
Emptying his pockets,
scatter rusted keys. 
He recognized one:
strong toothed iconoclast;
a head worn. 
Exchanged tired looks. 
Escape from safe keeping 
or so would seem. 

  • Canyon

    A foreign voice,
bob and drift
yours, 
further down
after years 
streaming
trapped in hesitation. 
and drown
Rusty and broken, 
winding 
“This is me,”
cries
it says. 
thrashing
“This is me,” 
doppler in effect
it agreed. 

  • Encompassing

    Like fresh earth,
roots settled in; 
surround me.
No clear pictures -
how 
why -
rather, a breeze strolled;
a hammock rocked;
hair wisped over a forehead.  
Dug into what grounds me.

  • Bombs away!

    “Bombs away!” 
came the bombardier 
shouting to his captain.
“Bombs away.” 
his captain confirmed
low along the horizon.
“All that 
for one person?”
came the bombardier, again, 
though not one to question orders.
The captain thought it strange,
never one to question openly.
“Do you think”

-explosions rippled below- 

“do you think 
they’ll feel anything?”
For the first time, 
the bombardier wondered.
Only silence answered.
Bomb a building,
a tank, 
an army, 
any of many things;
they feel nothing.
One person, 



everything.