The world I knew
as stable
Static
as a child
has always been ending
Breaking
Growing
Shifting
To go on
We must
remake the world
each day
The world I knew
as stable
Static
as a child
has always been ending
Breaking
Growing
Shifting
To go on
We must
remake the world
each day
Filed under Childhood, Nostalgia, Sweeping Generalizations, Wordplay
Pace yourself
Let not footsteps behind
or ahead
Alter your gait
From winding hills
To gridded plains
The pavement meets your soles
*This poem was submitted to a sidewalk poetry contest. It was not selected, so I decided to share it here. Pretend you’ve stepped on it.
Filed under Contemporary, Wordplay
Nocturnal thoughts are rarely definitive
Illuminating
until day breaks
lucidity
with
Reality
Filed under Wordplay

refracted reflections
bourgeois boutique
peeling possibilities
embattled emblem
Context:
City of Pasadena, Planning & Community Development
Filed under Art of all Kinds, Contemporary, Historical, Nostalgia, Power, Wordplay