Saturday, March 4, 2017


I didn't want to do it.
Whatever It now was.
I'm tired of thinking up words
or writing down each clause.

Perhaps you'll help me pass
this time for this or that,
for sleeping now in class
would soon emit a slap.

I want to be inspired
to live a life of joy
to love each moment passing
to play with each new toy.

I asked for time to write this,
though goodness know not why.
This earth has gone past pleasure
for poems that make you fly.

Past now and into future
cravings for all that's new,
which ask you for God's Blessings
to bring a different hew

of realms beyond each fancy
for anything in this world.
Beyond all time and space
may Spirit be unfurled

in to nothingness.

Janet Spiller
March 3rd, 2017
8 minute writing exercise