by Ron Sokol | Nov 6, 2019 | Poems
I thought if I spend time looking toward the horizon that when done I will return with much greater understanding and resolve I thought if I went out of my way to help others that I would increase my likelihood of sunlight But it is still dark I have no sense of...
by Ron Sokol | Nov 1, 2019 | Poems
So lovely a sink scale rolling chairs a bed with paper cover Oh and trash receptacles! The joy of waiting An enclosed room not a window but boxes of latex gloves that snap to like eager soldiers And the drawers with all those needles Such a clean floor can almost see...
by Ron Sokol | Oct 27, 2019 | Poems
If the weather permits at all I will play the accordion and sing I am very friendly People smile clap and hold hands It’s when I have to go home then it is not so good No one there nothing I like being outside playing and singing If I forget the words no one...
by Ron Sokol | Oct 23, 2019 | Poems
It was kind of funny I was sitting there trying trying oh I was trying to thread a needle and the darn thread was so unruly And above to the right there’s God it’s the fourth day or whatever day he (is it a he?) was creating or trying to create the planets...
by Ron Sokol | Oct 20, 2019 | Poems
It is such a beautiful day so why don’t I feel beautiful? Look out the window it is quite inviting This is not a prison I whisper out loud I could leave but I bring myself along I have a duffle bag of mistakes shortcomings and general malaise doctor Maybe if I...
