Category: Poetry

think and think and think – a poem

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A free verse poem about overthinking and the games we play in our mind.

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Darkness has been a loyal friend
Sitting in my vacant head
While I lay on my bed
waiting waiting waiting
For a changing of my thread

The thread that tied me together
Kept me under the weather.
Will new fabric make me feel better
Or will the unraveling of one
Lead to the binding of another?

Just one disguise on another.
think and think and think
Ponder changes that would make life sweeter.
Avoid action and end up tasting bitter.
Candy loses its taste too quickly.

It’s safe in the darkness.
No conflict to bear.
Excuses seem fair.
My conscience is clear.
Just peace.

Peace and time.

Time
So present and so future in the same moment.
Complaining when 5 minutes is wasted by others
Forgetting when 10 years is wasted by me.

If I think long enough I’ll do nothing.
Is that true?
Hmm maybe I should go back to my room for a few.
Think that one through.
A quick pro/con should do.

Always There – a poem

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A free verse poem about our desire to put things in boxes and see only one perspective.

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You may think, “It’s not sunny today.”
The Sun is always there.

Maybe you just can’t see it
reflecting sparkles into the lake.

Those dreary days tempting us
to meet its gaze of melancholy.

Do you ever feel like the Sun;
Infinite existences but with a world caring only about one?

Behind clouds you are ignored, cursed.
Can you not bring light without being seen?

The Sun is still there, even on a cloudy day,
always shining.

Maybe you just can’t feel it,
The warmth upon your gentle skin.

Those winter moments where frigid air
slips through the edges of the sliding door

Daring you to scream out “Sun, oh Sun send me heat.”
But it stays quiet.

That blanket will do, as will cozy fires,
or a cup of hot chamomile.

The Sun is there, even on a cold afternoon,
always warming.

Maybe you just can’t experience it.
That glow turning leafs from green to gold.

Those colorless sunsets wrought with grief
like a sob that peels your soul.

Searching for a drop
Red
Yellow
Orange
Pink
Not tonight.

That monochromatic masterpiece is just as beautiful
and brave.

The Sun is still there, even on a dull gray night,
always glowing.