Daily Paradox (Haiku Series #163)

Filling Unlimited Pages

Nothing ever small

Dreaming, another novel—

Writing with bigness

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Choosing Right Stuff

Pick baseball or golf

Swinging for fences or greens—

Which swing shall I use?

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Playing Political Chess

Congress at impasse

Where’s spirit to compromise?

Buried long ago

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Writers’ Quotes

man sitting on handrails

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Everything I write was once real life.

Max Blecher (Romanian)

The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it.

Dylan Thomas (Welsh)

The writer is by nature a dreamer–a conscious dreamer.

Carson McCullers (American)

A Writer’s Draft

This poem is inspired by the quotes featured in Suzette’s post at Suzette B’s Blog.  Her awesome post features wisdom and humor relating to writers.  Visit her site when you have a chance.

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Changing careers, a couple of years ago

Leaving the classroom, becoming a writer

Let’s just say, a writer’s living ain’t too full


Dreaming of my name on a bright marquee

Writing alongside . . . Twain and Hemingway

Let’s hope a dim light, stays positive for me


Piling up on my desk, many a “cold” draft

Feeling more like a frosty, Arctic breeze

Who ever said my writing is truly a craft?

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Expecting a bonus for my previous posts

Waiting, but no mail, call, or text as of yet

Most of my prose seems read by a ghost


Heading outside to start up the trusty car

Hearing only silence, the battery’s dead

Now must hitch a ride, if it’s not too far


Standing along the road, for hours on end

Being ignored has become a part of my life

A writer now a beggar, all alone in the wind

boy facing right side of the road

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Returning to my writing, it’s awfully bad

Writing a few minutes, my pen goes dry

A good thing, my mind’s empty and glad


Thinking of returning to my former classroom

Wishing my words would spark a young mind

Then Rebel says, “You came back too soon”


Looking at drafts, growing taller on my desk

Realizing now, editing isn’t really my game

Phantom words wait with patience and rest


Watching outside, realizing I’m truly blessed

Appreciating you, the reader, for stopping by

Just maybe, my writings meet the final test

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Sometimes, a crafty writer changes his tune

Words filled with sarcasm, fun to work with

Looking to see you another time, real soon