Category: Writers Block
The philosopher in power
The crow kawed loudly in the spring air,
The man sitting straight in his chair, in a relaxed position.
While, the crows swooped around above his head, and he looked up to see a flock of them flying by in the sunshine, in their beautiful formation.
A lighter held in his one hand, a cigarette in the other,
he lited his cigarette and the fire burned brightly in his hand,
and in his thoughts, he thought, it's fire I control, right here, in my hand, the very dangerous, yet powerful and productive thing.
He looked sadly about him
thinking that most would consider this a lazy sunny day for doing nothing,
but alas, it was not, it was such a great day for thinking and philosophizing.
A sunny day, meant that he could be out on his porch.
sitting in a chair or pacing slowly, thoughtfully, carefully, methodically back and forth,
he was thinking logically, methodically, deeply as he sat,.
his wife inside the house playing her beautiful melodious piece that flows in to his head, yet but yet it was stagato, ah, so beautiful.
All this, might not make great sense as fun for some, but, for him, alas, the greatest thing in the world.