Hour Eight: My stupid obsessions

I hate all the thoughts that keep me awake because my mind refuses to relax taking my body along for the ride long after I have closed my eyes Because my mind refuses to relax I toss and turn and worry and fret and strain…

Hour 08 – Pantoum

Clouds Clouds drift across the peaceful azure sky. As I sit quietly under this tree, I think of life’s big questions and then sigh. I wonder if someday I’ll truly see. As I sit quietly under this tree, the sun is warm shining upon my…

Moving

It’s easy to forget the supple things — the shades of joy, the many ways to move.   The supple things: the glide, the swoop, the many ways to move besides the plod.   The glide, the swoop, have you outgrown them? Besides the plod,…

Pantoum of my Resolve

I will not falter from my resolve As the storm looms ever closer It will break, crush, and tear asunder Fear will not cauterise into my heart As the storm looms ever closer Bravery may be a fool’s errand Fear will not cauterise into my…