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About gimble

I've never understood why solitary confinement is considered a punishment. My favorite time of year is when vacation forces me to drive long hours on the overnight stretch, all other companions in the car asleep, my thoughts and the dark stretch of white-striped road all to myself. Having said that, I can happily keep busy inside my head, yet am distracted by so much of the larger world that I waste time putting those thoughts generated by those distractions down on cyber-paper. Maybe I want to see if anyone else feels likewise. Though not as bright, sharp or hard as a diamond, I am many faceted - esoteric in my literature, tending toward magic realism - pop-culture vulturish in my take on media - sentimental enough to cry at dog food commercials - and a lover of kitsch, like diners and other holes in the wall of life.

Deadline

When nearing the end
why is it that time speeds up
precipitously?

Can’t sleep

Is it the green tea
or the excitement of new
possibilities?

Scarred

The third degree burns,
generated by love that
intense, never heal.

Balance

Juggling emotions,
we catch happiness with one hand,
sadness the other.

Garage sale

Drive two hours to help
two elderly parents sort
their life, then price it.

Reach

You are only as
good as you trust yourself to
be. Therefore, trust more.

Ever after

When your wish comes true
you must ask yourself – can you
survive happily?

Possibility

What we wish for shines
brightest when out of reach. Once
grasped, its luster dims.

7 a.m.

Morning sunshine. First
rays awaken the front lawn
to glittering frost.

Revealing

Humidity, haze
recede. Distant hills emerge
honed sharp by cool rains.