Will J.J.

Day-to-day musings and occasional short stories for your delight.

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Car Window

Car Window


Hey guys,


Today I wanted to share a poem I’ve been working on. I had a thought recently about the very essence of riding in a car, and how much that has changed for me since I was a little boy. This poem is a translation of that thought’s conclusion. Hope you enjoy it 🙂


Car Window


Gazing through to the world beyond,

The glass window, ever beside you,

Cruising down the winding asphalt,

Hills and plains rolling gently past.


Shifting focus to sights nearby,

A patch of grass, by the roadside,

A branching tree, atop the green.

At last, you draw them into view,

Out of the constant blur of speed,

Reaching out to them with your eyes,

A lone moment of clarity,

Before they’re gone, swept behind you.


Your gaze drifts into the distance,

Houses clustered, etching the bluffs,

Faraway mountains, standing tall,

Massive cities, sprawling and bright.

Passing slowly, distant landmarks,

As if you were barely moving.


Riding up familiar roadways,

Fingers tracing along the glass,

On the cold, wintry weather days.

Every bump and turn, routine,

The daily trip you know so well.

New, unknown routes still excite you,

Concrete webbed for thousands of miles,

Skirting peaks and dodging water.


Years pass, your position changes,

Passenger to watchful driver,

Your gaze forward, the road ahead,

Fewer moments to peer aside,

Allowing your mind to wander,

And take in the beautiful view.


But when you do, so seldom now,

You recall that soothing feeling,

The world passing, both fast and slow.


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Hey everybody! I know it’s been a while. This is a little something I’ve been working on this week, a poem about the wonder of Friday. Hope you enjoy it 🙂


You spend your week, slaving away,
Fighting and driving and toiling, all day,
Waiting for the moment when you can rest,
Free of the work that’s had you so stressed.

The week passes slowly, each moment a grind,
Every minute dragging, exhaustion combined.
You claw toward the weekend, so eager to send
Those troubles away, replaced with your friends,
And become that person you are on the weekend.

At long last it comes, the wondrous Friday,
One day of work, all that stands in your way.
Your eyes light up, giddy with joy,
Flooding your mind with the times you’ll enjoy.

Remember how it was when you were a child,
Waiting for the bell so you could run wild,
Dashing away, your face a bright smile,
Knowing the teachers couldn’t catch you for a while.
All the effort and stress of five long days,
Releasing it all, that’s the magic of Friday.

So pick up a brew, go out with the crew,
Open a book, settle in your nook,
Run through the grass, catch a prize bass,
Start a game, bring glory to your screen name,
Go for a hike, break out your bike,
Catch up on tv, steep yourself some tea,
Whatever your choice, dive in and rejoice.

Embrace the cheer you seek,
For you’ve survived another week.
You’ve lived through many, with many to come,
But the struggles of life aren’t easily overcome.
Don’t lightly forget them. No, celebrate, and praise!
For we measure life in years, but live it in days.

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The Refuge

Day 3258

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This is a poem I wrote over the last few days about the haven and strength of dreams. Hope you enjoy 🙂



The Refuge


Dream of the things you cannot see.
Dream of the things you long to be.
Imagine worlds of infinite wonder.
Visit them within your slumber.

Craft new lives inside your mind.
Leave your earthly troubles behind.
Treasure the moments that bring new meaning.
Even beyond the light’s first gleaming.

Explore the vistas of impossible places,
With limitless characters of varying faces.
Hold dear to the visions that make you feel,
Like nothing else could be so real.

These lives of marvel, they’re no less true,
Than any other you ever knew.
Seek them out for comfort and aid,
Whenever the light begins to fade.

And if your worlds grow scary and dark,
Poisoned by all the lonesome and stark,
Remember always, you’re so much more,
From a thousand lives in nights before.
Just draw your sword beyond its sheath,
And dreams will rush to your relief.

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Day 3164

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This poem is based on a dream I had two and a half years ago, and which remains one of my favorites to this day.




Your tousled locks rest upon my shoulder,

I smile, recalling a glance of smolder.

The car around continues to lumber,

As you rest calmly, draped in slumber.


Where we’re headed, I could not say,

But on this aimless trip today,

Your gentle fingers gracing mine,

The slightest touch feels so sublime.


It matters little where we’re headed,

Cruising on this tank, unleaded,

These simple moments of eternal bliss,

Echo longer than any kiss.


And as you awaken, I steal a glance,

Reminded of every ballad and romance,

The lights in your eyes, they shine so bright,

Brilliant flutters, dancing in the moonlight.

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Day 3083






Do you remember

the subtle way

that laughter grows

and children play?


Will you forget

the fallen tree,

that led you here,

so light and free?


Have you chosen

the wayward path,

or do you suffer

an empty wrath?


Do you fear

long bygone days,

or is your road

lost in the haze?