Infinite sleep

 I sleep as though time were infinite, in an effort to stem those thoughts that will cause sleepless nights. I wish them all away by drifting deep into worlds that could have been.

You didn't stop

Stop before you let those words escape
Stop and we can pretend it never was
Stop

You couldn't stop it
Couldn't stop the words
Couldn't stop the storm that followed

Sick

Sneeze and the room shakes
The coffee jug in my hand shakes
Colleague 's sympathetic head-shakes

Snow trip

Gracefully she spreads her wings amd swoops toward the earth. Then she changes course rushes back trying to reach for the skies. Is she trying to dodge snow flakes as they flutter slowly to the ground? Shake them off her plumage? Maybe she is trying to warm herself through the exercise.
I prefer to think she's just enjoying herself in the snow. Celebrating drops of prettiness that are transforming the landscape and she gets to watch that change as she swoops in and out of the sky. Did she just let out a caw of happiness?

Dawn

I peer through the darkness
But darkness seems to run away from me
I reach out fervently
But it's long gone before I've time to see
I only want the coolness of inky blue
To wrap me up in an icy embrace
But all I do is send the dark away
It's because of this glow that emanates
From me
I am Dawn; Night can never be with me

Back to blog

A return to an old home
I come back and am welcomed
With arms that are invisible
But I am convinced they are open
I dive right in without hesitation
Sensations of being welcome
Freedom to be myself
The comfort of luxurious down beds

Metaphors

My bottle is emptying quicker than I had realized. I desperately reach out to save some and end up speeding up the spill.

Blinking haiku

Lights blinking in the distance
Meaningless as Morse
But serve as a metronome

Overshare

I overshare
I fill the silence with a volley of words that I can't seem to contain
When it's all out there
That's when I realize, repent, and relive that pain
over and over and over again.

Alone

Alone I create
Does solitude inspire?
Is it just the lack of sound
That ignites my need to write?
Boredom arising from the absence
of any other in the room?