The top of the stairs,
Beckons my ascent each night.
Plans for tomorrow.
(c) Rick Wyman 10/20/2025
Strength
Haiku, Freed
Open eyes review
My life is going forward
The past freed to go.
(c) Rick Wyman 10/2/24
Haiku
Cramping in my hand
I recall my weathered past
Grasping memories.
(c) Rick Wyman 5/22/24
Poem, Inner Comfort
The tunes we built in our heads
Are those we’ve played over and over.
The creation of the negative images,
Born from words of others we’ve fended off,
Snuck back into our heads,
And hid away,
Camouflaged, in Continue reading
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