Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Roll the stack
scan the bread
check the dates
fill the gaps,
feel relief that
you’re doing okay…
Until you turn the corner
and see ten more stacks
waiting,
and the people come,
asking for items
you can’t locate.
10,000 steps in three hours,
at least that’s something
you succeeded at.
23:63
Pillows are the lubricant for sleep,
helping to slip your body
into relaxation
and soften your mind
from stress and wakeful worries.
23:62
To feel the feet on my warmth,
words that make sense
in a land between
waking and dreaming,
but lose their real meaning
and comfort
when cold reality
invades.
23:61
Ants at the deep end
standing at the water’s edge
watching the determined humans
swim in circles
over and over.
And they call us
mindless drones.
Poem 22:60 has been written for an anthology submission. If it’s not accepted I’ll post it on the blog at a later date.
23:59
She changed into her
swimming costume,
folded her clothes,
placed her shoes in the locker,
but kept her coat on
until she reached the water’s edge
before reluctantly parting
with it, glaring at anyone
who was watching.
Her face stayed frowning
even in the water
wishing everyone else
to vanish, disgusted
they existed near her.
I didn’t see her leave the water,
perhaps she’s still there.
23:58
Swim on your back
oblivious to those around,
wishing to be the only one
present in the pool,
but get a rude awakening
when your head
crashes into my
backside.
23:57
Refresh,
check focused, others, junk
then release the disappointment
that your golden email code
doesn’t appear.
A lottery to spend money,
and you can’t even
win that.
Two pairs block the way
a barricade of chatter
and laughter
that you’re happy they possess,
but still wish
they’d obey the rules
and swim alone
like everyone else.
Dirt mountain,
it towers to the side
a bold sight you can’t ignore,
its presence mocking
your once-clean shoes
and good intentions.
Someday it watches
as you struggle to climb
from the passenger’s seat
to reach the wheel,
chortling at your attempts.
Most days you give in
and it relishes the victory
as you climb its peak,
taking chunks with you
in order to make your escape.
Scribbled Thoughts