Were I to be a tree, only but a few pressing concerns would plague my petiolar mind. Foremost being the present equilibrium (or lack thereof) between rain and sunshine at any given moment. Short of the random yet necessary question of how cold one’s branches would feel in the wintertime with no appropriate coverage ofContinue reading “Were I To Be A Tree”
Author Archives: P. S. Clinen
Bass
All puns intended.
Treble Clef
“I was assailed by memories of a life that wasn’t mine anymore, but one in which I’d found the simplest and most lasting joys…” – Albert Camus [The Outsider, 1942]
A Poem – Inbetween Awake & Asleep
Patiently still I listen and layFor a creature of sand to come and say,“To sleep with you, you weary wretch!There are eerie dreams for you to sketch!” A dark and warm inviting gazeEmerges from blue twilight haze.Heavy, my body sinks in a heap;Weightless, I float through dizzying sleep. Dream, young man. For your days areContinue reading “A Poem – Inbetween Awake & Asleep”
A Poem – The Composer
The Composer grows weary. But fret not, my deary! For in his dreams and slumbers Come his greatest scores and numbers…
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