There was a lady who looked to sea, Every morning and every evening. The people who passed looked curiously, Not at the vastness of the ocean, But at the strange young woman who had seemed to claim her place among the sand. There was a lady who looked to the stars, Every single night. The…… Continue reading The Never Ending
1:59am skipped to 3:00am. The animals knew not to wake early, But we wind our alarms, stealing an hour of rest, Although the sun peers in just the same. And when day turns to night, according to my wrist watch, The sun stumbles to catch up, One hour behind, And the birds sing ‘Summer!’ And…… Continue reading Saving Daylight
Is there something I’ve forgotten? There’s a weight in my stomach, Right at the bottom. There’s a lot to do. A week’s worth of work, In just a day or two. The hours pass by, and I’m wasting time, complaining that my time flies. It’s raining outside, But today all is well, For today I have…… Continue reading
The thunder by my bedside, Rocking me to sleep, Reminds me that we asked The rivers to run deep. Prayed for clouds to shade our skin, To pour upon our earth, Please, clouds, keep giving, Prepare for day’s rebirth. This thunder by my bedside, Shouting by my ear, Shaking my old bedframe, I listen,…… Continue reading Thunder, A Companion
Do not rescue the princess. Her doors lock from within and her hands are not bound, linked there beneath her chin. Do not rescue the princess. her hands not bound, but clasped, not gagged, but keeping secrets, For help she has not asked. Do not rescue the princess, By her the dragon has…… Continue reading Don’t Save the Princess
If the world isn’t flat, maybe it has steps and if everyone is making their way up and down the steps then one person’s triumphant step up is another’s stumble down. so when a person trips, and slides to their rock bottom, it may be higher or lower than another’s rock bottom. one person’s suffering…… Continue reading A Stone Staircase
Sailing over a bitumen ocean, caught by a wind, the world whips by and whispers as I cut through. Each passed house long asleep, a gentle piano tune is carrying heartbreak in script, volume loud enough to sing along to and pretend the stars a stadium, full, above my windscreen. The sky lights, illuminating each…… Continue reading Eclectic Electric
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