it is not
an abyss
but
often
when i stare
at a blank sheet of paper
or blank computer screen
i know
i know
that it
is staring back
©2009-Art Belliveau
04 September 2009
03 September 2009
danger of killing time
deadlines loom
time has become
unfriendly
unhelpful
spiteful even
seeking revenge
for all the
minutes
hours
days
i killed in idleness
if only i could
resurrect them
i might have
time enough
©2009-Art Belliveau
time has become
unfriendly
unhelpful
spiteful even
seeking revenge
for all the
minutes
hours
days
i killed in idleness
if only i could
resurrect them
i might have
time enough
©2009-Art Belliveau
02 September 2009
9/02/09
I am not afraid
of being alone
it is just that
i hate hate hate it
when
i am lonely
and that can happen
even
in a crowd
but
oddly enough
never
with you
©2009-Art Belliveau
of being alone
it is just that
i hate hate hate it
when
i am lonely
and that can happen
even
in a crowd
but
oddly enough
never
with you
©2009-Art Belliveau
01 September 2009
dichotomies
dichotomies
all or nothing
win or lose
yes or no
right or left
right or wrong
in a black and white world
of sharp dichotomies
I spend my time
fruitlessly (or not)
searching
seeking
a middle ground
a bit of grey
if only
to comfort myself
in my own lack
of certainties
©2009-Art Belliveau
all or nothing
win or lose
yes or no
right or left
right or wrong
in a black and white world
of sharp dichotomies
I spend my time
fruitlessly (or not)
searching
seeking
a middle ground
a bit of grey
if only
to comfort myself
in my own lack
of certainties
©2009-Art Belliveau
31 August 2009
29 August 2009
looking for...?
constantly
shuffling through songs on the iPod
obsessively
switching radio and tv stations
repeatedly
scanning the contents of fridge and pantry
never satisfied
with what i have
when
i have it
looking for that perfect...
what?
©2009-Art Belliveau
shuffling through songs on the iPod
obsessively
switching radio and tv stations
repeatedly
scanning the contents of fridge and pantry
never satisfied
with what i have
when
i have it
looking for that perfect...
what?
©2009-Art Belliveau
paradox
there is something to be said
for the silence
of a late night alone
but
if it is said
that silence is broken
and then what?
©2009-Art Belliveau
for the silence
of a late night alone
but
if it is said
that silence is broken
and then what?
©2009-Art Belliveau
27 August 2009
26 August 2009
haiku 8/26/09
soft rains fall outside
the parched earth drinks in deeply
Southern summer night
©2009-Art Belliveau
the parched earth drinks in deeply
Southern summer night
©2009-Art Belliveau
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