Thursday, August 27, 2009

Creative Housework

I'm never
too quick
to clean.

I like my dust,
because it reminds me
that I'm still

And, this...

it makes me

`x~William ~ copyright: 08/28/2009.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Youth Movement:

Of course,
you're different.

we all were,
back then,
when we
were your age.

Words were different;
they carried more weight:

a bright bit of typewritten
words seemed solid, lasting

into a Summer's day,
when being solitary
brought rewards.

You're finding your voice,
reaching for stars.

We were waiting,
back then,
same as you;

something that breathed

loving and

like you.

`x~William H. Balzac ~ copyright 08/17/2009.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Life [Notebook]

It steps in front of you,
saying, "What's the meaning of this?";
throwing down the gauntlet of its immensity.

Somewhere, a bird lifts itself from the branch,
hovering for just a minute.


like a tribute to progress,

swoops low over a fisherman,

reeling in a bass.

You must capture the moment
like this.

In life,
you'll find,
all of the fleetingness of numbers enacted in the shadings,
between dawn and dusk.

The eye follows the bird;
keeping faith
with the journey.

`x~William H. Balzac ~ copyright 08/14/2009.

Monday, August 10, 2009

To Do.

In life,
you only have
control over so much;
asking only now
to get from Point A
to Point B.

Nature, ongoing,
falls back upon itself;
never seeming
to love a vacuum.

There will always

be another


Doesn't it feel good,

letting the raindrops

fall upon

your tongue?

`X~William ~copyright ~ 08/10/09.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Journey [Notebook] :

Working your way outward

your words seem indistinct

of meanings

thrown together

like a mosaic of many colors.

Everything falls into place


Time loves a consistent objective

and abhors dilly-dallying,


and small words.

Some people

"Speak softly,

and carry a big stick."

Others, more reserved,

by far,

bring to the table

the same-old patterns,

attached to faulty wiring;

a house,

of many voices,--electric

--soon to short-out.

As you move forward,

carefully question

the many points of departure.

Your Journey,


carries each word


from the start.

`x~William ~copyright ~ 08/07/09

Monday, August 3, 2009

For the Notebook:

In hand, beneath your armpit,
the marble
and black binding

carries an unrecognized heft;
a school-boy's trial with English

skirting 'round

like an unlikely teacher's pet.

These days,
I still write with an eraser-tipped pencil,
diligent notes;

the hand,
as quick as the eye,
and, the words
as precious as marble.

`x~William ~ copyright~08/03/09.

Sunday, August 2, 2009


Where do the words come from?
In stillness and quiet
Every simple thing
is set in stone

Never to be
taken away

The explication
and application
a wandering voice

Given freedom
a chance
to breathe

upon the page

`x~William ~ copyright: 08/01/09.