Tag Archives: creativity

PATTERNS

Patterns tell stories

usually hidden from view.

Each morning I rise

and pick up my pen,

put it to paper

to see what thoughts

descend.

Today, a series of thoughts

seem attuned to one another.

Four poems gathered

but refused to do more

than make me yearn

for words to return

and tell a story

to help me learn

something.

Anything.

Perhaps putting them in a row

will eventually show

what they are trying to tell me.

so, here, I go.

SAVED  BY THE GARDEN

Saved again by the Garden.

Its views extend my own.

Who knows what will become

of the seeds I have sown.

Better to focus on new life

than to reflect on the old.

RUNAWAY

Hurry to the table.

Pick up the pen.

Let thoughts descend

before I pick up a comb,

wash  my face,

or even get dressed.

The words run off

too fast for any of that.

I struggle to catch the words

before they are lost

in mundane tasks.

Today, I was too slow.

DISAPPEARING ACT

Where do words go

when they run from me?

To another poet?

To another essayist?

Are they too uncomfortable to tell 

the truths I know so well?

Is the runner the words, 

or is it I who run 

away from words ?

LOST DREAM

A blast of cold air

swept over the sheets

and awakened me too soon

before the dawn

grew bright enough 

to see within the darkened room.

I could not see  the words today.

I only felt the cold and felt bereft

that the dream had gone.