Tuesday Poetry: Nature

throughout the year four seasons pass
they cycle with order
unable to break from the grasp
of the wicked nature
dreaming of taking freedom fast
but they lack the power
condemned to repeat their droll tasks
they sulk without favor

Poetry Monday: Words

i’ve spent a lifetime searching for words
words for fun; words for play; the right words
the words i write are usually bad
sometimes they are great; sometimes they’re sad
i put too much thought in words i say
thinking of words makes me lose my way
sitting here alone with only words
i’ve spent a lifetime searching for words
time to stop searching; it’s time to speak