The Clock and the Now

The time labelled ‘past’ had an end
And the future we guess with a trend.
But the present is real
Like a now we can feel
That the clock tries but can’t comprehend.


Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 52: The End.
Photo: “Wiggly Trees and Mellow Lake” by the author

My Goal Is To Find Out Where I’m Going

My goal is to not waste the day.
Doing what, though, I still cannot say.
When the Sun’s bright, I’m cheery,
But at night I get weary.
I’ve walked, but I don’t know which way.


Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 50: Goal
Photo: “Steps and Snow Flakes Falling” by the Author

It is Easier to Predict the Past

When markets go up some may say,
“They’ll go up!” feeling proud of the way
They’ve predicted the past
Though the past doesn’t last
And what’s last may not last through the day.


Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 49: Satire.
Photo: “Wiggly Trees and Mellow Lake” by the author

Waiting for the Hero

On his quest for the truth he went far.
Back at home beauty’s wounds formed a scar.
There his enemies wait
His return, but he’s late,
Or he’s dead, misled by some dark star.

Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 47: Tell Me A Story!


Wow, that’s a depressing limerick. But it is only one chapter. The thing about chapters is if there is one chapter, there’s another, and the thing about heroes is just when you think they have been beaten, they come back.

Photo: “Maple” by Frank Hubeny

From Where to There

Over the years with the air fresh or stale,
Overland with my feet as a sail
It seems I got where
I was meant to out there
But the best part of all was that trail.

Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 46: Over the Years!

Scarier Than Halloween

There are horrors that let themselves in
When the gambles I trusted won’t win.
Is God still on my side
As my crash goes to hide
In my heart like a well-deserved sin?

Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 44: Horror.


Photo: Frank Hubeny, “Leaves Surrendering to Winter”

Anticipating Halloween

When those Halloween spooks ring my door
I’d run to them creaking the floor.
They must wait patiently.
I move slower they see,
But I’ve treats that they’ve come looking for.

Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 43: Celebrations.