Slave to Someday

Slave to Someday

by Tim Reed

How blind the eyes of the slave to someday

as he stumbles past the now in tragic display

The Future Is A Blank Page

The Future is a Blank Page

by Tim Reed

rapt agony grips the blank page waiting

while, in his mind, the poet is articulating

Thinking About Thinking

Thinking About Thinking

by Tim Reed 

swift coursing river or stagnant delta crawling

deep dark springs lead to bright waters falling