I will take a leisurely stroll by the sidewalk And drink in the site of machinery idling in the construction ground as I walk The wired fence of the site is no barrier to my walk I am prepared to enjoy the journey; that is…

Pencil to spokes and twist Brown ribbon is reclaimed by the plastic casing I press rewind I press stop I press play Nope not there yet Rewind again High pitched sounds of tape being wound Press play Okay perfect The voice on the radio says…

Wishes from a Distant Son Mother, grief has stolen your angels – cherubs and seraphs meant to sing your strength and victories aloud. See why you are innocent of your identity. I cannot say you’re brittle for grief to grind into dust, too light to…

You are almost there. I’m sorry, this is the hardest part, but I think it’s time for another image prompt. Please choose one of the following images and write a poem inspired by it. All but the second image are from Unsplash (the second one…

I am longing for my son to have peace in his life. As he is suffering from the loss of losing his wife.   I hate to see him hurt. I hate to see him cry and although we prayed I still ask God why….

I long to find ease. I long to find rest. I long for a lover who’s up to the test. I long for a morning with nothing to do. I long for world wellness and for world peace too!

Soft cool sheets Firm mattress Pillows, cool and comforting Ahh Sleep How you tease How I succumb If only for a minute or two 20, last time I shall have you And you, me The world will have to do without me After this

You know what I want and need. It is sleep uninterrupted. A luxury that the youth waste. A luxury that we appreciate as we age. Give it to me in waves of pleasure. Cool breezes that lull me to sleep. A comfortable pillow that supports…

What am I longing for so deep? yeah, that’s it, I need sleep! fluffy pillows beckoning blankets eyelids closed my brain on hold wish the sandman brought extra pajamas tryptophan, or melatonin I long to make so many zzzs in between lines of poetry poems…

My focus is warped warring with a deep physical need to soothe the swimmer’s itch rash inflaming my legs. My focus is divided vying with the physical need of finding a more comfortable means of sitting up all night, My focus is eroded by the…