We write our New Year’s resolutions but we had them all along. Each year is progress…
This isn’t a new year without Your
I am not certain I have built something
You would like.
I am not certain these thoughts have been
All about You.
I am certain that the years past have not
Been all about You.
If I was to lock it in
Like one would do at a wedding,
I would have to say I can’t, not today, not now.
All this commitment floating around me,
All this free wedding photography.
Yes, I too, have captured your moments for you.
I, too, said I would and I said I would do it for free.
I am not certain I would do that again,
Film and shoot and shout it out,
Tell your story, and do it for free?
I am not certain I am ready for free,
Or even ready to charge you a fee.
I am only certain I want to something
Something of a wed, on a Wednesday,
These are uncertain thoughts.
Highlights from my 3 trips to Seattle..
It wouldn’t be your first time deleting that,
Waited for thoughts to form,
For the bad form,
For the last time to be the
I don’t regret anything,
Just all the things that still
Linger, that still feel like
Cause I am scared,
Like I have been before.
Teacher said, ” Writing is showing,
I don’t know how to show,
Not just yet.
This won’t be the first time
I tell, it won’t be the last either.
Everything called ‘Show,’
Well, that is to be continued..
Almost the end,
Of the day,
Of the dry,
Of the spy and the land,
And the giants to try and to
Now it is almost,
It is almost there,
I had some care,
And a fountain to stare,
To drink from,
To do some,
And damages were done.
Never should I have said yes
To the undress and all that came
But now you are here,
And I am far,
And we are almost as far
Away as we were before.
Started this out with love,
With a little despair,
Started this out with
With something for you to wonder,
About and lost, and in and out,
So I had started, almost there,
Walking and living in despair,
And now love was supposed to follow
And the fountain was to give some history,
Some history of being thirsty,
Some pages read of the misery.
We had it,
We were almost there,
I am empty and not full,
Looking for despair.