“A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

I Am Mostly Brave

If I get weepy,
It’s usually because
I miss who I was.

I know I’m still me,
But my new garment sometimes
Does not fit too well.

I am mostly brave.
I smile through a lot that pains.
Aren’t I just like you?

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Brain Plasticity

Brain plasticity
Promise was not accepted.
It is standard now.

A new paradigm.
MS sentence commuted.
Grants new potential.

What to do with it?
Possibilities abound.
Let me grab them now.