The Calm Before…

So I’ve been rather quiet lately. I’m sure you thought I forgot about you.

NEVER!

I have been writing and editing and creating up a storm. Soon, very very soon, I will be publishing a collection of poetry I am in the final stages of editing and putting together. I often talk on here about project that go unfinished, or take longer than expected, so this time I waited until I was certain this would see the light of day before I mentioned it, thus the radio silence.

 

I’m not telling you the name or the content, because I will reveal all when it is in the proof stage. But to give you a slight peek, here is a picture I took in Venice Beach that is incorporated into my overall cover design. Cheers!

 

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Of Two Minds

When the light reaches through

My heavy-lidded sleep

I lay still a sec or two;

Will I smile today, or weep?

 

On days of the first

I plan, I work, I do.

An energetic burst;

But days like this are few.

 

On days that feel the latter

I put on a brave face

I fill my day with chatter,

My effort leaves no trace.

 

I have thought to reach for aid

But don’t know how to express

How parts of me fade;

How each day is less and less.

 

Who could know this blight?

Who sees through the smoke?

Who would know I’m not all right?

Who sees I hide behind each joke?

 

When the light reaches through

My heavy-lidded sleep

My mind get it’s on-cue.

Which mindset will it reap?

 

Hybernate

Teardrops drying

Snowflakes flying

Safe in winter’s warm.

 

Isolated

By ice created

Hybernate: conform

 

Get to it later

It leaves no crater

It’s expected you’ll tuck in.

 

It lends a safe clause

To take a safe pause

Resting in your skin.

 

I’ll take an out-bow;

Let me heal now.

I’ll come back up in spring.

 

 

 

Don’t Say

Not to speak

Words that hurt

Yet dreaming softly

Of the dirt.

 

Bound up tight

Stress and fear

An urge I fight

Still lingers here.

 

I am at war

My smile: armor

My silenced core

Plays the charmer.

 

I’m lost inside

Don’t know my way

My compass fried;

Lost to the fray.

 

I know the prize

That hides within.

I keep my soul;

If I can win.

 

*note: this is one that was written a few weeks ago by hand, I just finally typed it up.

Life Story

Life is full of challenges

Some big and some small

We try to sway past obstacles

But we can’t see them all.

 

They say life’s all ‘bout choices

But it’s also mostly chance.

How do you meet prince charming

If they never hold a dance?

 

We take what we are given

And we spin it to a tale

Making up our story

Explaining why we fail.

 

But what if all our failures

Are really just plot twists?

What if each discomfort

Is a lesson we have missed?