Thanking the Muse

  Just shy of four in the morn, gently nudged into consciousness, eyelids fused together. Why on earth am I awake? “I have an offering, a gift from the Universe. Don’t you want it?” Bleary-eyed, and somewhat disappointed at being woken from slumber, I pondered the question. Well, I am …

Shift In Time; a poem

Shift in time A shift is coming; it is felt in the air A shift is coming; some time, some place, somewhere Sounds of optimism spread by the birds shrill It is coming, that shift; one day for sure, it will Sunshine’s cloak of positivity soaks into all it reaches …

This too, is temporary

I recently came across the following excerpt from a journal entry I had written quite some years back. “Sometimes, just sometimes, I am over it. I mean, really over it! Over the relentless chronic pain that invades my body. Over the consuming fatigue that floods my body. Over the mental …

The Shadowy Beast

  The shadowy stealth figure Saunders about in wait Ready to seize any moment of doubt Preying indiscriminately, even on a mate   It has no boundaries containing it So free it roams, a-stalking Considering who its next victim will be Seeking those who hold it in, not talking   …

Perhaps The Unusual Is Me

  Oh the bizarre, always arising Giving cause for wonderment What makes one think or do that Will it be to their own detriment   Am I the odd one, perplexed by this Finding it a strange way to be Perhaps they are not unusual And the unusual is in …