Poems from eerickson14
The world stumbles to life
awakening from a deep slumber
to find a sharp crust of ice
blanketing the fading grass
that now shimmers softly...
The endless metronome of life
always
rushing,
often
lagging behind,
occasionally
just right.
Beating triplets at 208...
It revolved in me now like a slow turning whale– the Tappan Zee
You ask them the same question, you get hit over the head by (an) insecure...
The one percent
or the ninety-nine percent –
just mathematics?
I gaze at In God we Trust
on this single dollar bill.
An empty canvas creates
a wild, electric masterpiece in itself
of rhythm, passion and harmony.
It’s an experiment silhouetted with...