Category: 2025 ramblings

It’s been a beautiful day and I was able to see the kids relish language. I’ve been fiddling with this and decided to put it up for your … enjoyment? I enjoyed it…

A Penny for a Thought

A jar of pennies sits on my shelf,
half-full, half-empty,
a peanut butter ghost
with a dull copper shimmer
as afternoon light drifts in.

They are small, forgotten things—
loose change from hurried hands,
pockets emptied after long days,
tossed in without a thought.

Once, they meant something.
A time when a penny could buy a moment,
when they jingled in palms
instead of settling in dust.

Now, they sit—silent, waiting,
a slow-growing fortune
too small to matter,
too much to throw away.

A weight. A whisper of almost.
Yet somewhere in that jar,
there is still enough for something—
a child’s smile, a lucky find,
a start.

I turn one over in my fingers,
watching the way the light catches,
letting it be—
turning small things into gold.

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The man who wrote letters and poems for decades
had no reason to stop. 
He sat at his desk,
hands steady on the paper, 
watching the words
move into the envelope 
like small birds
flying away.

The years passed; 
the silence grew.
He knew his words had wings,
but it was the absence of response that troubled him,
like a garden he tended 
with no flowers in bloom.

He began to wonder if the world
was not missing something,
but if he himself had somehow
never truly arrived.
There was a moment when 
he looked at the door
and couldn’t remember 
if he had ever crossed through.

Messages were sent, 
but did they touch anyone?
He folded the final one, 
sealed it with care,
and placed it in the box. 

Perhaps, he thought,
it was not the world 
that had forsaken him,
but that the world 
had never known
how to call his name.