Depressed and lonely,
False walls wrap fading comfort.
Windows without sun.
(c) Rick Wyman 12/31/2025
Depressed and lonely,
False walls wrap fading comfort.
Windows without sun.
(c) Rick Wyman 12/31/2025
Friends and memories
Cherished places in my heart,
Like bookmarks of life.
(c) Rick Wyman 12/28/2025
Temps below zero,
Morning comes with a shiver.
My dreams kept me warm.
(c) Rick Wyman 12/8/2025
Time among the trees
Inspires my meaningful thoughts.
Where my soul finds peace.
(c) Rick Wyman 11/21/ 2025
Life fills drip by drip,
Then evaporates away.
So brief the sweetness.
(c) Rick Wyman 11/10/2025
The moon is half its light.
I smile a full smile.
Fractions of nature,
Fill my hopes with things to come.
My heart is full of memories,
Nature has bestowed on me.
Whether I’m alone or sharing,
My view of the ground or heavens,
Will make me thankful,
I was here at this moment.
(c) Rick Wyman 10/29/2025
The top of the stairs,
Beckons my ascent each night.
Plans for tomorrow.
(c) Rick Wyman 10/20/2025
I have always had a therapeutic relationship with poetry and song lyrics. Writing free verse poetry helps me work through loneliness, worries, and tell my story creatively. My thoughts were always being written on paper, even as far back as when I just began to write. When I was in High School, writing seemed to help me better relate to the world and people around me. I had a stressful home life, and mostly kept to myself. I felt writing was a way to share a little about me with others. I read poems to friends, sang songs with lyrics I’d written, and was a self-taught guitar player.
My senior year in high school, a special teacher who taught business and typing, recognized that I had a passion for writing poetry. I sat in his class typing my poems while I was supposed to be typing a sentence over and over for a time and accuracy test. It was something like, “The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.”
Noticing that I was not following the assignment, he told me I needed to do the time test to pass the class. I replied, “I took this class to learn how to type and I can type now.” I wasn’t as concerned about the grade. I was typing about 35 words per minute, which I thought was pretty good for a recent beginner. Rather than flunk me, he went to the school board to get permission to pass me if I could type the required words per minute, even though I was not typing the prescribed lessons. They gave him the permission, and he made a template and had the whole class type my poems. I didn’t know it, but he had a plan in mind, and gave me a priceless addition to my education. My classmates typed inside the borders of the template so it would all be in a uniform fashion. I remember feeling as though this teacher was the first person to give me a chance to be creative and pursue my personal interests, and it helped that the class seemed to enjoy reading and retyping my work.
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I’ve been interested in writing most of my life. As a grade school student, my interests developed with some encouragement from my educators. My third grade teacher, Mrs. Hemenway, wrote a note on my report card that I might perhaps become a writer someday. I was drawn to writing as a form of self-expression and to occupy my time and exercise my imagination. Continue reading

Over the course of my youth I had a variety of pets, some cats and dogs which were all very meaningful to me. One pet in particular stands out as more memorable and unusual than the others. I had a Billy Goat. A rather large pet with an ornery disposition. Very often I would stand up petting the goat and before long, I’d be on the ground with Continue reading