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...
by Ron Sokol | Oct 19, 2019 | Poems
He’s not under the bed! No he is not in the yard either Honey, he is not in the garage or the car or on the couch or eating He died! For God’s sake you have to accept it He passed away Sorry! I pretended to understand Pretended to agree In fact went...
