Sometimes I like to be plain and simple, this would be one of those times, could I write some confusing lines and be all mysterious? sure… but I’m just not that guy much anymore…

the rose that blooms
still blooms
when you’re not there

the rose that blooms
still blooms
when you are gone

“driving scene“

minor hills
covered in snow
like a postcard
from above

notes… (ah I just can’t resist dissection, that’s just me, get used to it) poem 1 is sort of a different take on the old “if a tree falls in the forest thing“, maybe it didn’t start out that way but after it wrote itself that is the way I felt about it, poem 2 was literally just some lines that popped into my head as I was driving to work, both these were written 2/15 and are exactly as I wrote them (no edits), I am usually an in the moment guy (well, in terms of my writing)… man alive I should really make myself be that way in everyday life and interactions… I am trying, I am on the path, I want to be outside my birdbox (i.e. without blinders on)… am I so strange in this aspect?  I often wonder.