Forest For The Trees

Dense thicket

Can't see

Eyes wide

Twisting

Turning

Lost

Wondering

Fame's Swipe

What is fame?

A fleeting dab from history’s brush;

a jolting jab from the public’s fickle attentions;

a startling stab from the dagger-crusted eyes of time.

We all bear some fame

among the momentary circle of our societies.

Then the days swoop in and carry us away like cornered rats.

An echo;

a ripple;

a whisper;

then eternity.