A collection of poetry and short stories, mostly about my life. Some haiku, pictures, and my thoughts thrown in for good measure. For short stories and my thoughts click on Steve Halls Tidbits and Steve Hall's Thoughts below.
We judge from what we see
without rose-colored glasses
within our tiny world
that which does not affect us
things that do not impact our lives…
invisible to most.
Our life’s routines have dug trenches
walls blocking our view,
we are unaware of our surroundings …
those things far off beckoning us to dream
some close enough to reach out and touch…
if we could only look up, look out, and see.
Early morning at camp.
My view of life is always the same
yet it is always different…
each morning changes from day-to-day
I have shed the shackles of mundaneness
breached the trenched walls
and see there is life to live.
In response to a prompt from clownponders.wordpress.com
Cold and wet walk down the aisle
a perfect marriage of discomfort
as dark angry clouds send
large cold drops catching all
who dare to challenge
chilling everything to the bone,
loud crisp booms of thunder
rattle the brain and
magnesium white bolts burn eyes.
dampness permeates bedding,
the tattered cat hair covered coat
laying on the worn out couch
an unpleasant option
and the large branch scrapes across
the corrugated metal roof
while dancing the jitter-bug
to the never-ending wind-song.
Burnt pizza remnants on oven walls
a reminder of bills unpaid…
no forgiveness, no heat, no hot water
as bare wood floors befriend the elements
turning a cold shoulder
and the smell of damp dirty laundry
accompanied by an over full litter box
and the pungent smell of days old garbage
offends the senses.