Matthew…

Storm clouds

Loom overhead

Rain and wind scream loudly

But I’m safe inside my wood box,

Matthew.

Hooyah…

 

Freedom.

An unfurled flag

Draped across a coffin.

A reminder of what it cost.

Hooyah!

Coffee…

There is

A tiredness that

Consumes me to the core.

My only cure is lots of hot

Coffee.

Tired…

So tired

In need of sleep

The kind Rip Van Winkle

Twinkle…

Crystals

Like diamonds

Floating through the ether

Reflecting light like little stars.

Twinkle.

***

 

 

JD Poetry Challenge

Her Eyes…

Her eyes

Can see right through

Piercing my every thought

And drawing out my innermost

Desires.

Scribbles…

Scribbles

Lines on a page

Musings of the mundane

Maniacal meanderings

Of thought.

My Life in Words…

Because

The Climb…

Struggles

Fighting against

The uphill climb I face

In everyday life that I meet

Head on.

Bubbles…

Bubbles

Tiny and light

Dancing on the cat’s nose

Who’s, coincidentally, named

Bubbles.