evocative muse

stream

discover your meaning
no thinking
no direction
no inflections
no reactions

the result
astoundingly
empowering

find your flow
the stream
is a formidable
force

no longer masking pain
with band-aids that
won’t stick
the water

Wednesday’s malaise

was it the wrong side of the bed
that started the day
as if your out of step
the feet seem to work
as you mull about
but
something ain’t right
not battling
a cold or flu
can’t say it’s the blues
but

bff’s home

don’t you remember
your bff lived here

really dear
it wasn’t that long ago
though the
ivy
would not
lead you to believe so

does it depress
you
to see
her house
in abandonment
does it wipe
the wonderful
memories
from

house beautiful

was it a dream
or a memory

she said she’d never leave
a grand dame
in need of a palace

you were
to her
everyone who went by
couldn’t help
but stop and take in your beauty

she cared for you
more than the kids
you

the blanket

 

it wasn’t a dusting


a blanket fell
covering as far
as 1 could see

nature
stood still
quietly content
to take
a day off

 

birds
whispered
squirrels
stayed

day after day

their lives didn’t meld
didn’t jell
they crashed
like the waves to the shore
sometimes
in a peaceful bliss
more often
as in a raging storm
the differences
divided them
their passions
united them

it wasn’t a gale
they had to weather