By Scott Bailey © 2018
Keep them focused
On the trivial
The micro problem
While we steal
Their lives
Away
In response to the daily prompt Micro
#DailyPrompt, #amwriting, #postaday
Focus
Day: March 27, 2018
Mayfly
The day follows night
Repeating the witching hour
Except, the mayfly
In response to COLLEEN’S 2018 #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 77: CHARM & TIME, #SNYONYMSONLY
Tenuous synonyms for my haiku
#haiku
Dreams in the Universe
By Scott Bailey © 2013
Motes of dust
So we have been described
Floating in the vastness of time and space
Small, inconsequential.
Dust motes made of dust from ancient dead stars.
Yet.
So far.
Amongst all we see,
the starfields of diamond dust,
the ancient piercing light,
the glowing, magical, wispy nebulae,
the rainbow rings of Saturn,
the storms of Jupiter,
the blinding light of supernova,
the singular dark of black hole,
world after world
galaxy after galaxy.
Nowhere have we found
yet
Anything that compares
to the complexity, the wonder, the intricacy,
the magic
of
the thoughts of you and I
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Fear
We have a love/hate relationship with it.
We do not want to be afraid. We want safety and comfort.
Or do we?
Underneath, secretly we crave it. The thrill of fear, the arousal of danger.
So turn off the lights. Open the pages and delve in.
Find the thrill in the words.
Thirteen Tales of Ghosts
Scott Andrew Bailey - Author 