Picnic Table
overburdened
not by weight
rather by thoughts
and friends
lonely times
great times
spilled stories
spilled wine
it has served well
and should be designated
a hysterical historical site
Hallways of My Mind
the love I love
walked away smooth
deep soul few knew
is love going to stay
this time when I need it
you walk down the corridor
hallways of my mind
past every door I have known
some I opened fast
others nailed shut
rooms I cannot go back to
tough for a second stay
love will go forward
and settle on the horizon
think back and see bleakness
look forward to hold your hand
as we hold for the night
kiss your cheek
see your smile
solitary touch sends me high
Bionote
Ed was born in Toronto and currently lives in Dundas, Ontario. The creative writing process began with workshop encouragement from attendees to write of topic related to experiences. Ed has been heavily involved in infrastructural employment such as communications and hydro services, Natural Gas line and underground vault construction, as an aviation pilot, chemical tanker truck driver, casinos, and many others. He now has several chapbooks of poetry and short stories and Haiku.
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