So I've been asked to write ten pages of script for Friday following a play proposal I submitted to Chester Performs, and a workshop I attended with them yesterday. Add to that there's my Disney interview on Thursday, and upcoming deadlines for a few other competitions. These may well be feeble excuses for my lateness and my attempt to squish three very short poems into one post, but there you have it.
Burn
If ever I get lost in little things
That start to seem much bigger than they are,
I look up at the night sky through my window
And think about our orbit round a star.
Whatever in this world could be worth worry
When in such a tiny way our lives thus turn?
Our fears seem nought but specks of cosmic dust
In a universe where so many stars burn.
Words
Sometimes it's just a little too easy
To get wrapped up in one's own little world
And forget that there's anything else beyond
These scribbled notes: these big little words
Senryu
When writing one thing
Became overwhelming I
Turned to another
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