Lots of nothing

I have lots to say today
But I won't be saying it
I'm keeping it all at bay
Cuz that's just how I see fit

My friend Don Sewell

Sitting at home on my bed leaning on a stack of pillows. The willows blowing in my head. I've said this before. I've walked out a door. He's dead, he's dead. My friend is also on a stack of pillows, but for our sake not his, he's dead. Propped up out of courtesy to our adversity of death. Only this I did not see, as I grieve late. Missed the date, of your arrival someplace else. The one where a person is supposed to be happier, but this is sappier than I can partake in. So I close my eyes that are wet from your energy, trapped in me. I let you flow out, my tears, showing me fears and a pure love to remember you by. Like cherry pie, you were one of my favorites.

Sleepy

There is nothing to write
I'm cold with no light
But I just had to add
A poem, albeit sad
Before I lay down for the night

Another silly morning

I make a good cup of coffee
My taste buds tell me so
It makes me a little bit hoppy
And it gets me on the go

Alas again I've woken to
These rhyming words and phrases
I certainly go through my share
Of strange and funny phases

NIMS training

I have been sitting at a computer all day training in National Incident Management Systems. Sounds fun huh? Well, it sort of is, partly because I let my creative side out every so often. When I do that here's what happens.

NIMS

She helps ensure consistency
In a world that can change instantly
By reading the notes
On the tails of white coats
High up in the industry