Creativity By Brutus

I follow the blog of a very talented poet who goes by the name of “Brutus.” While Brutus is quite adept at humorously downplaying his own work (as noted in his “comments” section), many people (including me) find his poetic abilities quite impressive.

The main thing I’ve noticed when reading Brutus’s compositions is his proclivity for rhyming. In my opinion, this is a special talent. Speaking personally, I have found it’s very difficult to express your thoughts within a metered format. Nonetheless, he seems to have conquered this ability … and does it quite well.

While I appreciate most all of his work, I was particularly impressed with the following. Apparently it was something he posted earlier this year and I just came across it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

He’s entitled it “Wrinkles — I Have More Than My Share.”


Don’t trace the lines around my eyes
To see what they have seen
Don’t touch the wrinkles on my feet
To be where they have been
Don’t feel the scars upon my flesh
To understand my pain
Look into my heart and know
I’d do it all again


A Special Day: December 17

On a blog I recently started following, the owner, who is a very talented writer, recently published a couple of posts related to the month of December. In the first one, he points out the month’s natural focal point, then muses how the other days might “feel a bit inferior and a bit pointless.”

So he decides to hold a celebration of another day — and chooses December 17 (“in the name of diurnal equality”). He ends his post with this comment:

The idea is a nonsense, as far as I can tell, for it assumes that there is a direction in all of this …

But try to set aside a little time for December 17, just the same. Try to make it feel special.

In his second post related to this particular day of the month, he wrote:

So I am gathering together a collection of poems as a celebration of the special day. December 17 and I both have a short attention span so these contributions should be brief and come in any form that appeals to the writer. I am not a big one for stifling creative minds by over direction so there is no real theme. Anything that would tickle the fancy of December 17 will be perfect.

So, in celebration of this noted day, I have decided to submit this haiku poem entitled … what else?

December 17

Look! The time is here,
the then is now! Seize the day
for too soon it’s past.

P.S. For any of you hard line poets reading this, yes I’m aware that Haiku poetry is generally centered on nature. But sometimes we have to make exceptions for the cause. 😁❤

The original solicitation can be found at TheWorldofBrutus.