Tired Ramble

Rub the sand out of my eyes

And try to focus

Writer’s block is at it again.

-Kel Dayheart


Happy Birthday William Blake!

My favorite dead, male poet. I have a few favorites; therefore feel the need to differentiate them. Blake is an English poet from the mid- 1750’s. He refuse to compromise his personal vision throughout his career; whether for his own writings or commissioned engravings he always stayed true to himself. Although, I am a fan of many of his works I seem to favor poems from his collection “Songs of Experience”. Because he is a favorite of mind, I will share two of his works “The Tyger” and “A Poison Tree”.


Copy A of Blake’s original printing of The Tyger, c. 1795. Copy A is currently held by the British Museum.


From: William Blake Selected Poems, State Street Press

Mother’s Child

Mother Earth has evolved

So much since the early days

Where Man wasn’t even in existence


In the early years

Lush greens and colorful hues assaulted the eyes

With beauty in the natural form


Mother Earth at ripe old age

Has been abused and defaced

By her child called Man

-Kel Dayheart

Paper Storm

Page by page

The storm quiets

Raging winds turns

Into a billowing breeze


Hailing ice turns

Into a lively sunshine

Crying thousands turn

Into a peaceful bunch


Page by page

People calm the storm

That beats inside

Until it’s nothing but words

-Kel Dayheart