It’s been a struggle Life turns upside down on a whim And rights itself in intervals Today was a good day, tonight makes me want to run away News media flashing images of war Sparking memories untold Praying for safety for everyone friend and for Land, oil, money, power All more addictive than opiods It’s…
Depression feelings
I feel bogged down by exhaustion I feel better off alone. I feel I’m lost. I feel indecisive. I feel like a man lost at sea. I feel paranoid . I feel sad. I feel grief. I feel less joy from everything that gives me joy I feel an inability to be a self starter….
GAIA’S OWL
Iris staring out of cold hollow Hoots echo, freezing prey Frenzied flapping causing skitters Amongst the fallen autumn leaves Silhouetted wings glide through New birthed moonlit sky Proudly showing her majesty In glory of the moons powerful trinity Sleek, not a feather out of place She pounces on prey Praying majestically in thanks To the…
SLEEPLESS
Light fades from the world People fade into dreamland Staring at the ceiling in frustrated pastures, Counting endless sheep in sleepless fields.
CREATIVE WRITING (another spring for Mole)
An adaptation of Kenneth Grahame’s “Wind in the Willows.” Excited more than ever, Mole recalled last year’s adventures with his friends Rattie, Toad, and grumpy old Badger, with glee. The carriage rides, fast cars, lazy lounges, riding the river in Ratties’ row boat, picnics, saving Toad hall and the crazy rescue of his friend. What…
EMBRACE
Lips entwined, locked around cherry flavored chap stick, and strawberry Champaign Celebrating each other’s love, Their tongues embrace Arms holding tight, Warming soul and enticing mind, What better way to end the evening Than in lover’s embrace
MORE CREATIVE WRITING (a better start)
An adaption of Kenneth Grahame’s characters and continuation of their stories from “Wind in the Willows” Babbling sounds rise and echo around the small hollow. Rising from slumber, stretching outward, brushing the mud caked ceiling which had dried out ages ago, some of it came crumbling down on poor Rat’s head. Rolling out of bed…
FREESTYLE CREATIVE WRITTING (a beginning)
Stooping down by rolling river, rapid water splish splashing, reverbing off rock and ebbed soil. Little paw reaching in, fishing about for its afternoon tea. Triumph, harrumph, the fish slipped away, pouting river rat slumps down against the haggard tree. It’s branches draping him from the Summer Sun, lazily drifting away to slumber. Gazing down…
