In these changing times, minds cannot stay still. Violence spreads like wildfire, testing our strength and will. ~ Thought’s our only guide, misguided we are lost. Shooting from the hip, destruction is the cost. ~ Love is shared by all, hearts beat their choice. Hate is the divider, drowning out our voice. ~ High upon a tightrope, this world can feel small. Balance is required, the option is we fall.
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.
A breeze will blow this fog away, as the blue awaits the gray. The morning’s cool, the air is moist. The sun’s “Good Morning” yet to be voiced. ~ Time will pass and the heat will rise. The day will brighten before my eyes. There’s much to do before I sleep. The reasons are many for me to weep. ~ Summer’s now underway. And this world needs a better day. Violence and sickness pervade the news. Humans all, we’re paying our dues. ~ With tensions high and spirits low, to survive we all must grow. Neighbors are we, we all share a goal; to live and love with mind, body and soul. ~ The summer’s long and just begun. If the world ablaze nothing’s won. Come the fall we’ll have our say, when the blue outshines the gray.