Month: September 2022

Well thank you Ma’am,
you served well and with respect,
you have made us proud.

What a sleepy word,
‘sonorous’ meaning deep sound,
more like a deep sleep.

I have reached my goals,
for today, and I’m amazed,
and it’s feeling good.

If I could just write,
on an island far away,
I don’t think I would.

The morning is blessed,
with time and peace to enjoy,
by a writing stream.

Now the words must come,
too long, it has been delayed,
it’s time for writing.

He watched evil come,
through the writing it appeared,
in the male MC.

Sleep over took him,
suspending reality,
with dreamlike fiction.

Convicted she wrote,
and page after tear stained page,
her guilt was revealed.

I sit and watch it,
revolving about the room,
testing discussions.

Travelling again,
it has been awhile I know,
but it feels so good.

I am feeling good,
I’ve worked through a lot today,
writing more and more.

An old scribbled note,
that revealed a hidden truth,
that started a fire.

The pen ink was red,
and it wrote of murder vile,
and written in blood.

So what is better,
a big fish in a small pond,
or small fish at sea?

Just walking around,
here’s a place I past today,
and enjoyed the view.

Friday’s winning it,
just to sit back and enjoy,
sometime just thinking..

Jam on hot toast,
with a little hint of salt,
and a mug of tea

Thursday wakes slow,
and drags itself out of bed;
ready for the day?

An adventurer,
does adrenalin filled things,
in adverse places?

Under the aegis,
of affable advocates,
you can do a lot.

On a sea of doubt,
your mind’s tossed by wasteful waves,
that flood your thinking.

A second coffee,
and the day is beginning,
with another sip.

Many people think,
they know us, but there are few,
who understand us.

Flooding with sunlight,
my small office and myself,
bathing in its light.

Stepping out further,
a stretch or a step too far,
sometimes you must go.

Words tumble freely,
in the writing tombola,
where the stories start.

I’m closing my eyes,
feeling the waves washing in,
onto warm dream shores.

I pull myself back,
and focus on the letters ,
as I type them out.

Moth balls in my head,
have failed to keep them away,
but there’s no light there.

Here’s some sample text,
and here’s some more sample text,
and here’s even more.

Dreams take me away,
in half thoughts and fantasies,
that can’t reconcile.

Dunking my biscuit,
and the bottom bit fell off,
and sank in my tea.

The rain falls outside,
with a gentle hissing sound,
like snakes on the ground.

Sleep like a blanket,
wrapping itself around me,
and I feel so warm.

What do I achieve,
And what is the acid test,
to acknowledge it.

She moves adagio,
deliberate and adept,
so, addictively

In the Rainbow Falls,
the voices cry their wisdom,
but will draw you in.