Creativity

Is sometimes

Exhilarating

Painful

Brilliant

Boring

One never knows

What one will end up with

A poignant poem

Or tedious prose

E.A. Fussell

11/9/2019

Yes

I hear you calling me

No

I am not interested

In the darkness of my past

That led me

Down this stream of confusion

And delivered me where I am

Look

See that light just ahead

Yes

It’s beautiful green and bright

That is my future

If

I can step up out of this stream

Leave confusion behind

Place my feet on solid ground

Peace and plentiful beauty

Can be mine

E.A. Fussell

11/8/2019

Photo by Frederic Bonneau of Bonneau Photography

The best carpenters

Leave the smallest amount

Of sawdust and wasted pieces

Measure

Cut

Level and

Square

Then suddenly

The outline of a house

Is there

E.A. Fussell

11/7/2019

Three words

Once powerful

Lost meaning

Each breakup

Now powerless

They lay

Heart frozen

Choosing singleness

Over pain

E.A. Fussell

11/6/2019

Getting close to “market time”

May look a little different for me

As a builder

Than it does for a farmer

Or a rancher

But ultimately we’re all

Looking for that “SOLD” sign

E.A. Fussell

11/6/2019

She sits still

Listening

Observing

It wasn’t always so

When she was younger

The energy

Coursing through her veins

Could not be contained

But as she grows older

Wisdom expands

Her tongue is held

Words refrained

Emotions calmed

Don’t be mistaken

Stillness doesn’t

Equate to lack of feeling

Or the ability to be disruptive

Look closely

There is lightning in her eyes

Keep your distance

When she has had enough

Of stupidity

Or lies

The thunder will roll

And the lighting will strike

E.A. Fussell

11/6/2019

Foggy mist

A sailers bane

Will it lift

Or heavily hang

Rendering

A once certain course

Now decidedly less certain

As the misty shroud descends

Will it bring our sailing to an end

Mayhap the sun

Will brightly burn

Upon this water laden blanket

Clear a way

To enjoy this day

And remove the risk to bank-it

Will the waters be navigable

Or will the fog outlast

It is incalculable

Alas

E.A. Fussell

11/4/2019

Drink in this day

It will not come again

Whether you are at work

Or play

Relax your Spirit

Refresh your mind

Do something to honor God

Say a prayer

Read His Word

Share a smile with a stranger

Even though

We turned back time one hour

This morning

Time waits for no man

It marches on

(actually I think it’s running)

Don’t get lost in the illusion

Of this world

Thinking you have plenty of time

This day will not come again

Drink it in

E.A. Fussell

11/3/2019

Halloween

Comes but once a year

But evil lurks

Throughout time

Creeping

Subtle

Shadows

Disguised as thoughts

Clawing

At our mind

Fed

By what we listen to

Look at

And speak

E.A. Fussell

10/23/2019