Peek through the hurly-burly, what do I see?
time is slipping, skipping free:
It twists and turns and bends about
Myself as I whirl in and out

In bleary, sleepless reverie,
My half-closed eyes can clearly see
Danse Macabre and dance of life,
Red shoes frolicking, edged in strife.

Life is joy and life is sorrow;
We live and love on time we borrow.
Wait and watch and take a stance,
Or plunge right in and join the dance:
Souls a-fire with their song,
Spirits race against the dawn;
Grab a partner, join the fray,
Time zig-skips zag-slips away

Study in Red (Shoes) 

Information
Fragments
Judging me
Blocking my ears, my eyes
My senses
Square Heads


Rooted
Immovable
Fixed
Unyielding
My Feet don’t iamb


It’s hard to take the time
To make a poem rhyme

Impedimentary Notions
(or, why I don’t write poetry)

Rachel Artenian

Block Head

Don’t make round-sound poems

Lead Feet

Words must soar

Procrastination

Well