evocative muse

your celebration

tis the season
of festivities
all join hands
giving thanks
to everything we have

it doesn’t matter
your faith
for we are all
the human race

your hearts
all beat in a metered time
your arms and legs
work

Thanksgiving Gratitude

may your cornucopia
be filled
with compassion

may it overflow
with empathy

may you always
take the time
to show gratitude

may you never
forget to say thank you

may you always
stay genuine

may you

thanksgiving gratitude

may your cornucopia
be filled
with compassion

may it overflow
with empathy

may you always
take the time
to show gratitude

may you never
forget to say thank you

may you always
stay genuine

may you

gray

gray
dark
damp
and dingy
stay in bed
pull the covers
over your head
kinda day

 

days are shorter
nights are longer

shadows are absorbed
into the gray state

no colored leaves
barren trees

the

hideaway

a hideaway
a stay far from
the trodden path
a place of relax
unwind
ease from this day to that
ease from this thought to that
ease from being plugged into
to disconnecting
with no regret
with leaving only a question lingering in the air

asylum for the sane

let me out
let me out
she cries
no one replies

burying her head
in her hands
she cries
for understanding

tears that are wept
are swept
into a drain

her pain
does not subside
shaking her head
to clear her mind

peering outside