poem for thursday…hey, i was busy.

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The Momentum

There used to be a time in my life
when the moment mattered.

Now, nothing is moving.
Everything is a steady motionlessness.
More stagnant than Dweller’s Pond.
Time clicks off
seconds, minutes, hours, days,
and always my heart
is in the same place.

There used to be days
when I woke up breathless.
Now, the air is so thick
just living is labored.

If I move forward again
is it to late to regain my momentum?

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About Pineapple

He tried to call himself, "Malibu." But, you know the rules - you don't get to pick your own nickname. The word "pineapple" came to mind. Sorta tropical, spikey & rough, sweet on the inside. And so a nickname was born. "Bike mechanic, poet, sage, former collegiate hockey star. Ok, maybe not a star." (This should really be updated. He works for New Belguim now.) "i am full time bicycle mechanic, and all around nice guy. like to ride bikes, but not very far. like poetry, candle-light dinners, and short walks on the beach. i don't like getting hassled, and i don't like capitalization." Fort Collins, Colorado, USA

One Reply to “poem for thursday…hey, i was busy.”

  1. …busy ???…you weren’t busy…admit it, you just didn’t have enough momentum…