Poetry Series
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
- poems -
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A Depth of Riches Next Storm
an oriental rug
flies through the air
buffeted by the high winds
keeping depth up there
a weaver works the rug
weaving through despair
adding color, shade and shadow
to an already rich texture
the weaver travels the rug
still working his magic
catching the spirit of the wind
laying it down on the fabric
and when the whirlwind calms
there be a spirit in repose
and a depth of riches
the next the wild wind blows
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
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A Pause
conscious of every move
measuring every clause
targeting every audience
waiting for applause
took a few days in the mountains
took a few days by a stream
still was self conscious
perchance to dream
it happens when not thinking
the river is a spirit
the trees bend in the breeze
fall asleep standing
unaware of a sneeze
get up to measure the time
breaking the moment for what?
to measure and plan ahead
thinking and worrying all the time
to sleep again standing!
as the trees bend in the breeze
river show your spirit
again!
full of intent
full of the cause, it will be
awhile before
you throw away your thread
your noisy self conscious head
a while again
until you pause
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
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Angel's Face
an angel's face
sat before me
was busy
forgot it was there
chancing again on it's beauty
it caught me!
caught me unaware...
had the holy one
on high created an angel
an angel just for me?
could this truly be?
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
5
Be A Child
Be A Child
Sing a Song
Don't matter
What you get wrong
Strike a chord
Bang a drum
Take a stab
Throw a jab
life doesn't
last all that long
run on the beach
eat a peach
know your heart
don't be too smart
be a student
not a teacher
a questioner
not a preacher
be a fool
stand on a stool
stop talking
so you can hear
all who are near
learn to know
in your heart
rather than feed
blindly on what
others impart
Have I made myself clear?
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
6
Beauty Surrounds Me
Master of the universe
King of all I see
Beauty surrounds me
Wherever I be
I've biked in your mountains
I've swum in your seas
I've walked through your deserts
I've climbed your trees
May you always be with me
May your light always shine upon me
Make me strong as a lion
Let me always be free! !
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
7
Clock In A Boomerang
Embedded my clock
In a boomerang
Threw it so fast
From my window
It traveled space not time
And gave me a long moment
to travel the recesses
The recesses of my mind
And I found my self on
A mountain bike trail
I never traveled before
Neck deep in rhododendron
Coming to a plateau
Plusher, greener than my regular
Haunts begging to be explored
The most delicious trail
Spelling something more
Then the boomerang
Came through the back window
Slammed my head
Never to find that trail any more
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
8
Deep Soul Winter
Depression is deep winter
Frost is slow thoughts
Winter will pass
As long as snow trodding steps
Are true
Fresh paths will emerge in spring
They always do!
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
9
Distant Waves
Angry waves
Hit my shore
Don’t know if I
Can handle more
The waves want to overtake
The villa I’m in
Madly lapping
At the walls surrounding
Spiraling higher
Out of Control
These waves
Come from a distant shore
And from an ancient time
But the more recent past
Will soon become old
And the waves it sends
Will be shallow
Only soothingly cold
And faith and belief
In the ocean’s justice
Allows me to hold on
Till my good waves
Come in and until then
I’m good, don’t know
Exactly when
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
10
Edge of the Water
On the edge of the water
Worrying more than ought to
river reflects back up at me
the water is cool and calm
a peaceful stream
enters my mind
takes over the steering for me
the river floats around a bend
I'm on the mend
with a tree overlooking the river's curve
two birds make a squawk
skim the river's surface together
river boat bells play to set the mood
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
11
Emotions Walk
Sorrow took the bus
to town and met
Happy at the square
but Happy was too busy
so Sorrow went on
vacation with Solitude
who though a bit crazy
was quite a listener, dude
Sorrow decided to change
his name and so became
Relieved, Relieved ran
a marathon with Happy
hare, and Sorrow the
tortoise like snail, Relieved
was not in the perpetual
competition between the
Tortoise and the Hare
and reflected the scenery
better to the spectators there
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
12
Entropy? Ha!
threw down the pen
went under the knife
nice to speak to you again
after summer's last furnace blast
grabbed my running hat
figuring it had been too long
with autumn's breezes
a soothing sigh
a sitting duck I'd become
for a pretzel gut
with pockets for the seedy
so I had become
so the Aasics hit the floor
marched out the door
not knowing if they
could be run any more
well in truth it was slow
but the ship wreck was
now tilted up
you can partner with the divine
or simply run out of time
as an accomplice
in Hades crime
the devil's entropy
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
13
Fabric Frayed
The fabric is frayed
The Edges Have Undone
The sun relentless
To coast in the shade
The soul of pretension
Is now unwoven
Sitting in the shade
watching the old soul
Burn in the sun
There is pain lacking pretense
Waiting for my new soul to knit
Needing to avoid the sun
Until fall - Is it possible?
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
14
Foretold?
I was born
into the library
of history
I am just
one of the tombs
so they tell me
my story has already
been told
though I think it's
only yet
to unfold
they can have their say
but this here
is my day
the patterns I weave
the mischief
I propose
the life song
I'll be singing
will push them
into re-thinking
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
15
In the Realm of the Sublime
Knowing no bounds, the soul is free
just sweet ectasy
venture forth, spread cheer
bring all you love near
who knew you'd dance
who knew you'd chance
the crippled walk
the deaf hear
the mute talk
an unseen force
sparks dry bones
there is a window
to your soul
when its windexed
you're whole
no longer stutter
when you talk
no longer look down
when you walk
a reggae beat
stirs your feet
but it was there all along
soft melodies waft
into your dining room
but they were always
playing your song
people seem
to be welcoming you home
but think about it
they never really said good-bye
and don't question
you may have lost time
because wrist watches tick different
in the realm of the sublime.
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
16
Inchoate
Walk alone
Cloaked in silence
Strange how
You never know
Dreams Dreamed
While you sleep
Become the world
In which you go
You dream a dream
call it yours
plant it in the ground
nurture ever so discreetly
always treat it kind
they may snow you
say that they own you
say that they protect you
from the fire and the rain
but they can never own
the theater of your mind
nor the dreams in your brain
so walk alone
but never lonely
dream dreams
they will be fine
nurture them
ever so discreetly
and always treat the world kind
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
17
Inspired
To love
To wonder
To pursue
With imagination
Anew
A story
Unraveled by peers
Of an afternoon
Whose conclusion
Is unknown
On a path
That splits
And splits again
Doing something
That calls your name
And volition
Allows no refrain
Because you’re inspired
And duty can’t compete
With raw energy
The passion
Of your soul
The reason
You wake up
And can’t wait
To find out
How things went
When you could
No longer
Stay awake
And you forget
Your appearance
And some affects
Because no one
Can reject
The urgency
Of your approach
Or the authentic
Vision
That makes
You whole
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
18
Mind Over Matter
Theater
Screen
Projector
In my Mind
Plays
Movies
I choose
You Never
Choose
Just be
Kind
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
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My Belly
My Belly
Like a
Previously Overgrown
Amputee
My belly
disappeared
Magically
Alas
My belly
used to cushion
my falls
And
Help me
When I bumped
Into walls
When I
would sometimes
flop
I'd spin
On my belly
Like a top
Without my belly
my singing voices
fails
I no longer
roll around
like great
big whales
Though when diving
I can with ease flip
my inners seam
nowhere as hip
My belly
enhanced
my stature
giving my opinion
weight
My belly was
a grand topic
when I was
running late
My shout now seems
to cackle
My trousers tend to
fall
I wake up in
the middle of the
night
with half
my shadow
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missing from
the wall
My laugh
has lost
the timbre
of jolly jelly
No longer having
the great depths
of a world class
belly
I must now
Within you confide
there is far too
little space
between my sides
They say it's
healthy
not to be
double wides
but atleast this
much I'd appreciate
if you would recognize
my great big belly
was really on my sides
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
21
Night Came
Night came suddenly
No one remembers why
The sun was perched high
and fell from the sky
The tide lost its reason
as night had come to stay
the ocean deposited a table of salt
on the beaches and the bay
the sun stepped out from seclusion
on a private beach in the sand
using the salt to gain traction
propping up on the lifeguard stand
life was to go on in comfort
life was to go on as planned
But life was full of salt not sweets
and never again was so grand
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
22
No More Coffee Please
He drank coffee
thought he'd stop
just clean it up
with a mop
He drank coffee
for thirty years
became so revved up
forgot his fears
He tread where
the child
would not go
lost his instinct
His lazy eye
telling him slow
and when did he
finally slow
He was acting
on the order
of an ulcer
telling him so
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
23
Ode to Cohen
David played a sacred chord
And though he sinned it pleased the lord
But you don't really care for mercy do you?
He had seen Bathsheeba on the roof
No longer needing divine proof
there was a place a presence
A shechinah!
Seek the river
Not the fire
Seek wilderness
not desire
And just as Aaron's sons died
when drawn too near to G-d's side
sacrificing their mortal hide
David was quick (when prompted)
to step aside and repent less he died
But you don't really feel his presence
Do you?
Seek the river
not the fire
seek wilderness
not desire
So David went on to write his broken psalms
they were no longer secret
though they calmed the throngs
but they did applaud
a merciful yet mighty lord
Halleylujah! !
So seek the river
Not the fire
Seek the wilderness
Not desire
Halleylujah! !
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
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Once Down Or Twice Across
His mind --- is self imposed
Darts ---- blinders
Creedos ---- to follow
Others hold dear- the path of duty -
Into spaces--- blind? Do
Others---- put on feed bags
Would---- binding lips
Not----- seem dumb? Do
Get Near -- Filters
First --- that cut ultra
Clear ---- violet light
Turn---- let all
The World--- light! in?
on its side--- Do
Show--- respect for others
with him--- prevent
on his ride--- a bee line
cerebral--- path? !
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
25
Only A Moment To Heal
After many hours
On tortured row
My soul no longer knows
To ask for sunshine
Accepting counterfeit light
From fluorescent bulbs
After many days
On tortured lane
My soul no longer knows
To question my leader’s motives
Accepting orders literally
Whether that be crude or insane
After many months
On tortured highway
My soul no longer knows
To ask if it’s taken a detour
Traveling mile after mile
Without knocking on your door
I’m dreaming a dream
And when I awake
I’m dreaming another dream
And I sit next to barren lake
I don’t know I’m dreaming
Willing this to be true
But the best I can fabricate
Is this divorced diminished view
And finally I realize
and reach out to you
I beg forgiveness
asking you be with me
And in the moment I ask
sunshine streams in
marching orders make sense
there’s warmth on my face
desolate highway turns into lake
I splash in cool crisp waters
surrounded by evergreens
And in this moment
You haven’t turned me away
Be it seeking not perfection
your only requirement
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
26
Pearls in a Strand
truth is the pearl
with surface sometimes dull
not easily found
a fake often sold
but seamless it is smooth
a piece of space and matter
iteratively transformed
until a fixed fractal
reached and no more debate
will the pearl deform
the pearl is found in wonder,
the pearl found in love,
the pearl found by not
accepting a fake
nor treating other seekers
with scorn.
To find the pearl
you may go hungry
or go to sleep confused
angst you will suffer
but the pearls once found
will become a self
similar strand
interwoven in your soul
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
27
Quantum Possessions
In my house
The inanimate
Have a life of their own
Appearing and exiting
On A schedule unknown
I suspect it has
Something to do with
Creatures living there
Whose patterns I also
Can't fathom though
Some find them clear
So I play
the law of averages
I have enough
pairs of glasses
So a pair
Is statistically
Bound to appear
And have many extra
Pairs of shoes when all
but one seem to be
vacationing elsewhere
And as for my socks
May be they're sunbathing
In the back yard
But I've bought enough
So there is one pair left
no one thinks to discard
Yes, I can never
predict where any one
item will be
And so I try
To make my possessions as
interchangeable
As they can be
Yet if they do move about
And have a life of their own
And living creatures
They indeed be
Maybe I should care
For each particular pair
And questions its whereabouts
and its locality
Maybe I should impose a curfew
and lights out at eight
each should have a restricted diet
and I should screen each date
and G_D only knows
How many inanimates
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Souls I have lost
and not cared to look
Satisfied with its cousin
Who hasn't yet flown the coup
A little confused
and short on ryhme
my pen fallen from my hand
waiting for a different pen
to arrive
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
29
Relief
Oh wondrous practitioners
Who ply the same trade
year in and out
And never tire
Would that I be
Cunning, subtle, and smooth
Crafty and ultimately purposeful
As you
But before I settle down
I move or am moved around
On to something new
And I no long kid myself
It is not in the cards
My fate to roam
And help ignite a new spark
Whose full fire
Will warm others, not me,
who maintain the fire
And grow it
Laboring over it as though
It be an eternal flame
while I’m being ushered
quietly out of the circus
tent’s back door and into
the coldest of nights,
wondering why and wherein lies
my next mission,
searching for it among the stars
and in the howl of the midnight wind
and in the faces of established craftsmen
but lest I deceive you
I am the nomad
and the chilling fresh air
at the circus tent’s back door
is my greatest relief
a catalyst should not
get consumed by the reaction
even if he at times entertains
wishful but false notions
that he is a necessary ingredient
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
30
Return from Mohegan
there was a dank smell
when returning from Mohegan
to the tenement in the Bronx
summer wasn't yet over
and steam rose from the sidewalks
to offer me a stunted aroma
as a fitting substitute
for sweet pine, spruce and oak
and I could not forgive
the pavement for lacking judgement
for its crude statement of equivalence
leaving no doubt who would
govern the next ten months
in its very first offered scent
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
31
Scraper
Don't care what
Should be
Don't care what was
Theories go so far
But then I bop
And slug
Hustle and weave
Throw the sack
Over my shoulder
And throw off some sweat
Children need a roof
Wife needs dem pretty clothes
Ain't playing no games
When there's a fire
You get a hose
There is no reprieve
Must get the job done
Abstract doesn't
Put dinner on my plate
When you've determined
The concept
I'm done - you're far too late
Working stiff
In professional clothes
Not easily miffed
Never forgot the teamsters
And the loading dock
Never forgot the tenements
my stolen bus pass
Nor being hit by a rock
There is only one greatest
But the rest of us can smoke
And if don't you're a joke
And like fractals
That form patterns
There is art in the
Cumulative bustle
That's formed my life's work
When I grow long in the tooth
Maybe I'll sit back
Look over what I've done
And realize I was no hack
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
32
Sing the Songs That Were Never Sung
sing the songs that never were sung
this way you can never be undone
roam fields that were never harvested
this way you will never be divested
climb heights that never have been seen
this way your life will be a scream,
fight the battles that were never fought
this way you will be self taught
move to a rhythm all of your own
that way you'll never be cloned
find friends in people who were never befriended
that way you'll never be apprehended
work with an energy that has never been seen
despite your faults you will sometimes seam keen
find joy in all things simple and small
that way you'll stand 10 feet tall
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
33
Song for the Spine
I look down
and I talk
say I can't walk
My spine is broke
so I turn into a song
my feet move along
and finally look up
but don't let
the song stop
I would flop
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
34
Soul At Peace
My soul is still now
It is at ease
Deep clear water
With No Ripples
No Lack of Potential Energy
But Ambition and Ego
Take a Back Seat for Now
To Harmony and Family
A deep resonant baritone
Replaces the jagged jingler
The frenetic Storm
Of the past year's work
Has given away
To a deeper, richer texture
Still Capable of entertaining
But focused inwardly now
Do we book
Our own passage
On Life's stormy waters
Forgetting the beauty
Of the Hearth?
Or do storms find us
And Carry us away
So that if we survive
And swim ashore
Our lives will be that much richer?
Not knowing
I will cling to the shore tighter
The next time
I will plant more trees on the shore
To throw my arms around
And dig my nails into the sand
Not to be pulled away again
My life is so full now
Could it get any fuller?
Would treasures be worth
Any more risks?
But if the choice
be the seas to carry me away
Sea be forewarned
I'll beat you once more
With rhymes and prose
with lyrics and verse
all that is clever but
short of a curse
I'll plunder your treasures
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and carry back your charms
to the nearest and dearest
people around! !
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
36
Soul Pain
The pain knows no exit
it wishes to vie with me
like chocolate bitter
but oddly sweet
hinting at depths
otherwise unplumbed
and incomplete
There was a time
a raw nerve pinched
overwhelmed and paralyzed
reached for novacaine
eclipsed the soul
within my brain
But his irksomeness
takes a seat of honour now
as a trusted member
of my board
not all directors say yes
and the glib are often bored
like one who mines
for precious metals and ore
like one who scrutinizes
and discerns diamonds
in the raw
There is this vexsome
miner's lamp
within my head
Guarding me from fall
I excavate listening
to this most
irritating voice
Sometimes it is silenced
but its seen in the shadows
in the mist and the
wake of every success
my loathsome friend
has now got my ear
and can no longer
overwhelm me
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
37
The Chauffeur
A lizard
lurches forward
In Savannah
Mr.Grey on its brain
Snapping prey abruptly
With its tongue
Its mother, its sister
Cold Blooded, Insane
Mr. Grey is lost in lofty visions
peace, harmony and good will to all
A regular Buddha in the mist
or so he deludes himself for fear
of losing his teflon hue
Forgetting his little chauffeur
the 'simple' driver's dirty tricks
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
38
The Child Left Behind
I am the child left behind
The voice never heard
Orphaned, fatherless,
autist or disturbed
The soul in the wilderness
Beyond the pale
Beyond the ram's horn
the lyre and the flute
not always young nor old
not always destitute
I am confused
not always hungry
I seek mother
I seek father
Or find a deadly substitute
unless I see the divine fingerprint
in the circles
of the desert sands
in the waves
of the oceans
in the bricks
of tenements
in the rings of trees
in the service of
human kind and in
a divine spirit
guiding me but never
calling my given name
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
39
The Fig Tree
The fig tree
Started as a baby
And soon grew
Long winding branches
Which took over
Neighboring trees
A life force
Propelled it so strong
We dared not prune it
When it then became
Thick of trunk
And of branch
In a season
Of colossal rain
Lightning struck
Its trunk
Its fallen segments
We had to sever
Now we observe
Green buds and stems
Magically and luxuriantly
Bursting forth
From what appeared to be
A dead log –
a sawed off trunk
And that its roots
were immense
And can be seen
Through the lawn
It used to shade
And that this tree
Will arise furiously
Once again! !
If such a characteristic
We could mimic
Would that we be able
To arise
From ashes
From despair
From seeming defeat
And tap into a life force
So great that it bore
Little relation to
Altered physical or
Material dimensions
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
40
The Home I Know
The home I know
is no longer up the hill
from the lake and the woods
have over grown the path
with ferns and birch
ivy has almost totally reclaimed
the disintegrating wooden beams
that hardly support the roof
and if you note a touch
of sadness in my voice
you are quite mistaken
I assure you
For my parents never owned
the three acres though
the registry of deeds makes
other more boastful claims
There is something those woods gave me
just as it now nourishes the vegetation
over my path to the lake
not a memory but a fabric
an instrinsic part of my being
And so home is me
And home is you
Just as I don't need a temple to pray
look onward and forward Huckleberry! !
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
41
The Moon Lit Butterfly
Yeah ye
I dare not deceive
I got to where
My brain couldn't breathe
As though a piece of data
or intense logical conundrum
was stored on each
and every neuron
And none were left
for autonomous neurological function
not just breath and respiration
but pulmonary, circulatory
and digestion
but a human being
and not a computer be I
and so your marching orders
I might momentarily defy
and just stare up at
the moon in the sky
and seek to commune
with primitive ancient beings
who thus plied this sight
many years ago
but still live within I
The moon lit butterfly
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
42
The Only Work
a stillness
mind in focus
no double think
a single thread
the thinker gone
the abusive throng
only a whimper remains
a prayer arises
from the simple one
taking one breath
one breath at a time
mind over throng
is the only
work that can be done
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
43
The Other Side
walk up to a wall
my self
on the other side
standing on a tight rope
offered a slide
plummeting slowly
though my self in view
the distance off the plank
a foot or two over calm
reflecting waters
a blinding delusion
self made success
but a spirit breathed
the life I've lead
waiting to carry me
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
44
The Portal
If ever
A perfect soul
Found a portal
to this world
it would be your face
I'm not allowed
to say it's beautiful
though many would
but they could not
fathom its depths, I do
If ever
sweet grace
played a flute
to make itself heard
it would be your voice
I'm not allowed
to say its beautiful
though many would
but they could not
fathom its depths, I do
If ever the divine
comes to raise me
from time to time
it would be
through your eyes
no need to possess
or tell you what to do
Gods fickle magic
flows through you
And while others
worship at the seat
of celebrity
such magic is limited
the affect fleeting
the aspect suspect
But is my fortune
to spot you here and there
and from time to time
walk along your side
you appear at the just
and the right time
when hope in short supply
depression in the air
lifting me and others
your person verse sublime
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
45
The Tapes in My Mind
Play my tapes
ritualistically
though they don't
often synchronize
with reality
Need to feel a rhythm
Need to feel a rhyme
Until I hook into
Something
Really sublime
Every so often
Turn off the cassette
When life hints at a new turn
Which is a better bet
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
46
These Shoes Have Walked With Me
These shoes have walked with me
So their soles are thin
And their uppers worn
Stitching is ripped
Shoelaces torn
Tongues are spent
Inner Souls unglued
Passing the shoe store
New shoes are staring
Out of the display
looking down at my buddies
(who look up in dismay)
looking down with scorn
Superior in their leathery
Uppitiness, their thick ample soles
resplendent with clean stitching
and patterned finery
I look down at my buddies
Who feebly seek approval from me
Will you still keep us
Will you still walk with us
As we've walked with you
Though mud and sleet
and rain and hail
We kept to your feet
We did not bail
through job interviews
and babies born
and piggy back rides
and weight gains
we sacrificed our hides
Well the new shoes I needed
But the old had to be kept
Of this much I was sure
I'd buy the new
make them subservient to the old
And I would have a small fleet
of young respectful to the elderly
All in support of my feet
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
47
Topology Text
glossy covers
inlaid slides
affording honor
and respect
to the internal
structure of my mind
a private gymnasium
for my brain
a private labyrinth
for one slightly warped
but not necessarily insane
how I love the bold print
announcing a new theorem
with formality and deference
giving me concrete evidence
of a fleeting and sometimes
tortured formation of my brain
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
48
When Bowing Is Best
Could not bow
knowing bowing best
twisted in two
had the flu
in more than two ways
the bowing due
friends scolded
bow the family advised
where'd they be
when brain needs
synchronize
in a strange interlude
there and then did
the most feelings would permit
but with all results in
solid and sharp
didn't cover the gamut
didn't play a harp
but ended up
the only one who
could take a bow! !
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
49
Wooded Lane To No Where
Heavy pedaling
Dogs Barking
Buck Passing
Pinestraw dirt road
Wide enough
For small car
Leading
Uphill from a lake
Heading nowhere!
To no other roads
For miles on end
Meant to transport
from boredom
to wonder
From ponderous to free
from soul less
to spiriting
As a child
I spent hours
In such lanes
thinking myself mature
took off to corporate
corridors
until my soul grew fat
Well I'm back
Can't now be convinced
of a world more important
Then the lane to nowhere
Going everywhere
The corporate corridor
A dead end.
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
50
Write me a lyric
Write me a poem
Write me a lyric
Write me a song
that my soul might sing
Speak to me of wonder
Speak to me of joy
Speak to me of friendship
That would be a special thing
Take me to the high places
The high places of my soul
teach me of the spirit
The dreams that keep you whole
And then if you turn your back
I will understand
We are all fleeting spirits
in an awesome divine plan
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
51
Writing Your Novel
Your life is a novel
You write each page
Dirt flies in the window
Even if your sage
Gives character to your writing
You scribble around the soil
Your pen falters
But dirt is only a foil
As you connect the dots
Your pen soars
Your spirit uncoils
No one else can write a chapter
No one else can write the verse
No one else can write the prose
Even when life deals the worst
So spread each page
Widely in front of you
Boldly write your tale
If only you keep writing
you will not fail
Ludvig Von Himmelstein
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