Mundane Appeal

creative-writing, life, poem, Poetry, time

I use straws these days

To drink my liquids

Easier on the teeth

Slower the intake, feel fuller

Staring down at my glass

Half empty, half full

Slightly shorter than the pencil

I’m using to write this

But the water it contains 

Drenches my body with Life

So I ask you this

What came first, water or pen?

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Clouds of uncertainty

change, life, memories, Poetry, time

The applause dies quickly, then the echoing silence
Whispers turn to flutes , and thoughts into mimes
Colours fade inward showing the true defiance
Aroma’s of clarity please the smell and all is fine

Whispers turn to flutes , and thoughts into mimes
Even plants speak some truth of life and decay
Aroma’s of clarity please the smell and all is fine
Touches of one anothers pain keeps the loneliness away

Even plants speak some truth of life and decay
Engraved onto us is the misunderstanding of the plain
Touches of one another s pain keeps the loneliness away
Guilty is the soul of conducting out of whim without say

Beware of the apparent cause things are not as they seem
Colours fade inward revealing the true defiance
An opaque sense of reality is misleading and gravely dim
The applause dies quickly then the echoing silence

RanDoM

life, memories, poem, Poetry, time

Brushes of thoughts
Tones of nostalgia
Shades of doubt
Covers of unease
Escape my simple mindedness  

The higher I’ve been
The lower I sin
The faster I think
The slower I sink
Will never get me over this

The blacker my reasons
The bloodier the season
The bolder the actions
The more timid reactions
Can’t flash to something more definite

Contrasts of illusions
Likeliness of confusion
Drums of contempt
Whistles of mere delude
And yet the answer is…..

Commenced it has

dreams, life, memories, poem, Poetry, time

Bold drapes; enclosing curtains

Flutter reassuringly, circling
Mother den
Lumps of chalkish vessels
Resume background for the heavens
A sturdy mirage of black and white polka-dots
Unleash serendipity; “mho-ooo-ooo” rolls

The stillness, trapped in an anonymous threshold
Zooms respectfully near, busy counting molds
Or immodest green leaves, corrupt’d by dust
Almost aching for you to grab hold; subtle lust
Trumpets roaring, books snoring
Roosters howling “morning”
It.Has.Commenced…

Vis-à-vis

dreams, life, memories, Poetry, time

Shall we?

We shall.

Will I?
I will.

An epidemic
Waltz of words
Slightly rhetoric
Duly rehearsed

Sidestep into the rat-race
Empty carcasses to fill
Drown in the tidal-waves of faces
And the grass is falling greener, still

Ready, set, pause—
Intrinsic moments
Gutless shallow clauses
Lay absent opponents

Ripple, crackle, shot
Slow motion inept
Lights out; veiled dot
Shadow’s shadow put to the test

Did he?
He did

Can I?
I…

Writers Dilemma

poem, Poetry, writers-block

Crumbled up papers
Now turn into waste
Words lost throughout time
And it’s the pen i can’t face

I scratch away at my head
For some ideas to scrape 
One or two fall out
Only to get replaced

I think most other work 
Is always on key
I take a look at mine
Self-doubt mocks me

They may say “well done”
But deep inside i know
That for one reason or the other
I can’t let this other-side be shown