Stone 2

My time, before the sun rises low
My silence, before the birds call out
My inner sanctum, before you stir
My listening to the still small voice

© 2012 Michael Yost 2/25

Senryu Forty Seven

Can’t stop it or fight
The past appears as I write
Behind me’s just there

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/7

Time Has Come Today

The words are mine the thoughts universal
See the brilliance of youth’s potential
My own life inconsequential
Sands of time deplete, replete
Not ours to own or keep
Long enough to mete
Hills not too steep
Babies creep
I sleep
Deep

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Fear of Success

Wasting of time is eternally lost
No measured margin for its total cost
For situations now that fallen behind
Sets back recompense now there are fines

Compromise self to a greater degree
Giving away more yet increasing fees
Originally no longer an issue
Time for wiping tears away with a tissue

Sabotaging yourself takes more time
Than going down that shortened ladder you climb
More anxiety now than lack of progress
Nothings more a strain than fear of success

© 2010-2011  Michael Yost   booguloo@live.com