It’s been a month or maybe more, it could be less but I’m not sure. Perspective’s fuzzy, mind’s a blank, creativity’s done and mood sank. ~ At least today I wrote a thing, I hoped that some joy it’d bring. I wasn’t wrong though it’s not great, reflecting on these times of late. ~ Perhaps tomorrow will improve; I’ll jump out of bed in the groove. I’ll run downstairs to greet the sun, damn this chill, let’s awake the fun.
Let’s all build a castle with some turrets and a moat. Perhaps on an island reached only in a boat. Built with our experience, we’re heavily fortified. Nirvana lies within, unseen from the outside. ~ Visitors are always welcome. But your journey will be long. There is no turning back, there is no being wrong. When the door does open, quickly do step in. Grab a stone, climb the stairs; it’s where you will begin. ~ Harmony will fill our time and slumber will fill our needs. Petty wants and desires found but never feeds. With the dawn arisen, with cheers we will feast. The nightmares now are over; we’ve tamed our daily beast. ~ Years may pass and maybe more, but your day will come. The steps that you’ve chosen are now greater than their sum. Rising ever higher, the sky will come into view. The dream is nearly reached but the rest is up to you.
I woke today in a fog. But autumn’s now in view. There’ll be more days of sky high temps, though fortunately just a few. ~ My body’s burned with a patchwork tan, the grass a patchwork of brown. Smiles await bluer skies, but for now I’ve still a frown. ~ Perhaps today I’ll write a poem, better than those before. I used to say that every day, but now I’m not so sure. ~ Like the seasons, time does change, creativity comes and goes. Inspiration’s all around, but negativity grows and grows. ~ I need a cool crisp morning, with leaf of red and gold. Though summers can be wonderful, this one’s getting old. ~ Maybe it’s just a fantasy, thinking words will find their way. Maybe the fantasy’s over, of being joyous every day. ~ Peering up from my lap, I see the fog starting to clear. Though my paper is still blank, I know a story’s near. ~ My eyes now wide open, my pencil’s sharp and new. Optimistically I scribble a word, the clouds now but few. ~ One word turns to another, a third leads to a line. Verses soon will follow, and again the day is mine. ~ I’m glad this patchwork is over. And I’m sure that you are too. I’m thankful for your time today, my inspiration being you.
I woke today a poet, dreams now in view. The sun’s soon to rise on a world truly new. My eyes open wide, heart beats on high. Senses all a tingle, colors fill the sky. ~ Birds spread their joy, they sing me a song. Their sounds inspire feelings pure and strong. A cat sleeps on a table-top, seemingly unaware. My darling’s soon to wake, morning we will share. ~ Thoughts and emotions again will flow. Hugs and kisses let us both know. The future is beginning when we rise. Our time is surely now, why compromise.
My patience for summer is wearing thin. The novelty’s over for peeling off skin. I’m looking forward for autumn to begin, when cool, crisp morning’s return a grin. ~ The leaves will turn to gold and reds. They’ll float to the ground nourishing beds. Rakes will be pulled from overstuffed sheds, soon replaced with our winter sleds. ~ Christmas and New Year’s, Oh what a blast, though the warm, cheery feelings never last. The future’s bitter cold, I long for the past. The seasons shine on our natures contrast. ~ But spring will come and life’s renewed. Optimism blooms and reality’s skewed. Normality is as is the cycle it’s viewed. With eyes to the stars, the burn subdued.
Where bumble bees sing to morning blooms, sunshine fills sleepy rooms. Little birds chirp to ring in the day. The town folk thrive and children play. ~ Evening’s all spent cozy and warm; everyone huddles at word of a storm. With a common goal of tranquility, their smiles all share the harmony. ~ Freedom reigns and peace assured, caring for all, we’re all adored. And though this place is yet to be found, in dreams we meet when feet leave the ground.
Weeks slipping by, time’s running out. Life’s shut in the outsides in doubt. The vibe of the day’s now on mute. Videos sought for anything cute. ~ The outdoors greening, flowers in bloom. The house’s dust free, yet still a tomb. The future’s awaited with joy and fear. Normality’s coming but when’s not clear. ~ Day’s getting longer, the sun’s less bright. Nights give respite, dreams take flight. Tomorrows will come and none too soon. May may be good but if not then June.
I rose today and the sky was blue. I count my blessings; I know I’ve a few. The love of another is by my side. She’ll wake soon to a smile wide. ~ Our health is good and optimism’s high. Our family’s well, no need to cry. We’ll share our morning as we always do. We’ll sip our coffees and maybe two. ~ Our time together is as never before. Our bond grows stronger awaiting a cure. We’ve music and art to fill our head. We’ve cuddling and chatting when in bed. ~ We’ve some windows to see this world green. We’ve books galore for the time between. We watch the news and shed our tears. We’ll hold each other to ease our fears. ~ We’ll laugh a little when it feels right. We’ll end our day with a kiss goodnight. The world’s now different outside our door, though life goes on much as before. ~ The needs of others we’ll not neglect. We’ll do our part to not infect. Together as one or two or all, our blessings shared we’ll rise to the call.
I’m going to write a poem so everyone feels good. I’ll make it bright and cheery as I know I should. Peculiar times upon us, isolation’s now the norm. But spring is out in force; soon we’ll all feel warm. ~ Trees are soon to blossom, grass is soon to green. Flowers will share their colors, bees will tend their queen. Nature shares her secrets, life does rise again. Birds are already singing, though we’ve a bigger brain. ~ The future has no guide; we live from day to day. Optimism is our key to find a better way. Life will throw some curves and everyone has a pitch. Some may catch a virus, some will find their niche. ~ Love is in our heart, compassion’s in our soul. Thoughts fill our heads, they make us feel whole. The earth will stay in motion; the sun will rise and fall. Time’s now to show our mettle and share with one and all.
I sit at the kitchen table waiting for thoughts to come. So far none’s forthcoming; I’m hoping there’ll be some. Time is quickly passing as I stare off into space. If wasting time were a sport I know I’d win the race. ~ But words don’t run on tracks and thoughts know no time. But if patience is a virtue then waiting is no crime. Procrastination is a different thing, results will find away. It’s a choice that we make to give away our say. ~ Yesterdays’ may be gone but our actions will remain. Mistakes made along the way will leave a lasting stain. We wake each day to change, thinking everything’s the same. But time moves only forward and tomorrows’ we cannot tame. ~ We’ll take our deepest breath and dive in head first. We try to make the biggest splash to satisfy our thirst. The volumes fill up fast, their content is our own. The good we see in others reflects on how we’ve grown. ~ The time is getting late and I’m fading fast. Why must the future wait while sleeping off the past? So I’ll wait another day for something new to write. The winter blues are passing and mornings looking bright. ~ Optimism’s on the rise though heights often chill. Pessimism is an easy fall but the bottom is no thrill. Windows will soon be open and fresh starts will appear. And those webs in the attic just need the spring to clear.
I woke today to see the sun, to watch it rise my day begun. But the clouds got in the way. So I’ll have to wait another day. ~ But life goes on as it should. I wouldn’t change it if I could. A day of gray won’t get me down. I’m alive, so I can’t frown. ~ A start is good, but to finish is best. The time between is just a test. We make the grade when we rise. And see the world through others’ eyes. ~ The dawn was brilliant somewhere for sure. And sunny thoughts will warm the pure. So today I write in the dimmest of light, surely better than endless night. ~ I’ve seen the dark as many do. Ups and downs are nothing new. But clouds do part and linings exposed. So I’ll save the gloom till my eyes stay closed.
The weekend is upon us, it’s the first one of the year. Resolutions will be tested, will you be sincere? ~ I for one make no promises, I wish not to lie. I don’t want to worry or fail, then to question why. ~ Though just another New Year, a milestone’s felt. Hindsight looms large, pondering what’s to be dealt. ~ I could use improvement, quite a lot indeed. Fortunately love’s been found, fulfilling every need. ~ But if a resolution were made, I’d make it perfectly clear. I’d set my sights on positive visions, since twenty twenty’s here.
A quiet calm’s befallen, the morning sky’s blue. A bit of a chill’s in the air, life feels brand new. ~ Music fills my head, my body starts to sway. Tribulation’s now are past, the future starts today. ~ The groove’s now returning, today’s looking bright. Every step becomes a dance, toe to toe all night. ~ Tomorrow is another day, yet to be a song. But with love most duly noted, the laughter will be strong.
It begins a story without an end. It’s a tale untold but it will be penned. There may be no heroes or villains to see. It could be written for you or me. ~ It might be a song or poetry. It may be undervalued but never free. It could be too short but can’t be too long. Perspectives vary between right and wrong. ~ While some chapters weak others will be strong. Some may possibly rise above the throng. Some parts will be happy, some will be sad. There will always be both but that’s not so bad. ~ Note always the things that make you glad. Notice the trends that aren’t just a fad. Honest words lived you’ll need never defend. And when the cover closes you will transcend.
The start is now, no time to waste.
There’s no need to hurry or need for haste.
No need to rush, just plan it out.
Then wishes come true without a doubt.
Every second’s new and hours remain.
Cherish the past there’s much to gain.
Wear a smile upon your face.
Share with others your style and grace.
Dwell on the good, acknowledge the bad.
Time’s ever changing and some time’s bad.
Look for the negative and you’ll find a lot.
Lean towards the positive and sway when not.
Our state of mind leads the way.
Wake with vigor and enjoy the day.
Awaken to gloom and there’s nowhere to go.
I’m still surviving, so this I know.
Sunny faces thrills with light. Beauty shining stills the blight. Colors bright warm the heart. Day and night life is art. ~ All or part, time’s to keep. End’s a start, beginnings to seek. Shallow or deep, consume we will. Time’s to weep when time we kill.
My glass half full, I seek the rest, for a life that’s full is surely best. With the melding of two filling the void, fluidity mingling’s much enjoyed. ~ Partners equal greater than each, love overflows, heaven’s in reach. The pouring of emotion quenches our needs. And with a splash the follow leads.
Assuming today’s to be the last, yesterdays are only the past. Tomorrow’s come to fast. ~ Accepting every day’s the same, nights pass, the day’s to blame. Tomorrows come as yesterday came. ~ Acknowledging all’s new, yet lacking yesterday’s clue Tomorrow’s risen oft black and blue. ~ Anticipating each day’s the first, yesterday’s filled quenching thirsts. Tomorrows pass endlessly submersed. ~ Assuring each day’s bright, yesterday’s end with good night. Tomorrow simply see the light.
Suspended in the depths of gloom and despair,
there death is longed and life’s feared.
Where darkness consumes all’s lost,
with one breath the line crossed.
But that’s not today and that’s good.
The sun’s shining as it should.
The air chilled but warming’s near.
Spring’s now longed, none’s to fear.
Thanks to all my many a friend.
My heart and mind’s on the mend.
The road behind bumpy and long,
twists and turns, some wrong.
Paths ahead are better viewed;
time’s taught life’s skewed.
All that’s known is there’s usually doubt.
But the ups and downs average out.
Like suns and moons we all rise and set.
And with changing seasons we freeze or sweat.
Grounding’s found in what’s always there,
the love of friends with time we share.