Writing poems help me unwind and give some clarity into what would otherwise be constant confusion.
You Can’t Make It Up
I try to think Of happiness, As a concept Encapsulated in its own image. And laughingly believe I’ll be happy, Just by bringing to mind The thought, That thinking happy thoughts Would then follow Without effort And all would… Read More ›
Through orange heights, Through turtle doves, And through the alleyways, I see the love That hope enshrouds Descend and take away The thoughts I had of one I love A city far but near And in its grasp A… Read More ›
I woke up tired today. Hot sweet Expressos In tiny white cups, Stirred me a little. But lethargy, And the heat, And the crushing humidity Made me anxious, Gave me palpitations, Made me light headed And confused. … Read More ›
I can’t shake off this furious anxiety That thwarts my breathing, to Shallow repetitive beats, Obscuring My capacity For normal thoughts, And when I wondered why those Intermittent perturbances Should even be? The question Answered itself. Image… Read More ›
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The Weak Drain But Do Not Gain
How much more can I take From the weak, petty and jealous Propping up their frail egos By draining me Of my peace Of mind? How will this end? Their ego and character will sit unsteadily On a… Read More ›
Annoying neighbors, very intrusive, Pry into my thinking process (Whispers and rumors) Because I stand alone. I am not moved by windy whims, Or current trends, Or little lies Or envy. And don’t care if Jack Bought a new… Read More ›
The Fisherman’s Jug
The oak table in the corner, sturdy and solid, Under the candelabra , In the farmhouse, A cracked jug on top. With other kitchen accruements Laid out neatly By the stove, The plates and tankards Strung on the wall,… Read More ›
Why Is Something Always Annoying Me?
And they come to tea
Fondling my fragile china cups
Tedious tapping of a tea spoon
On a saucer.
Little Red Riding Hood: My Sympathies
Only to have my faith and peace trashed
And crumpled up
And thrown back on to the path.