Poetry

Notes

Gum

Thoughts

Sap

Ideas

Glue

Memos

Adhesives

Problems

Webs

Relationships

I believe I am now stuck.

Insomnia hits

Sleep eludes

Stress relieved

Soaking in warmth

Eyes start to close

Time to head to bed

Again.

Some mornings

as you sit outside

and smell the air

you can sip your beverage

while relishing the miracle of the sun

as it rises into the sky.

Someone is always telling you what to do.

What not to do.

Opinions are given.

Even if not wanted.

And yet here I am

Doing exactly what I am complaining about!

It is harder to find these days.

Cities produce smog.

Country life has the methane from animals.

Yet parks are preserved

and we all can enjoy them.

Walk when you can.

The air will not always be so fresh.

Troublemakers.

Insane people.

Eccentric.

Thrill seekers.

Going down the rabbit hole.

High as a kite.

All the while looking silly for following a dream.

I can feel myself sliding.

Down into the pit

Where I feel everything is hopeless.

I know it is not true

but my mind does not control my feelings.

Instead it sabotages

Any attempts to break free from this horror.

So I sit.

Watching nothing.

Feeling Blackness.

Going numb.

Spring arrived early.

Summer arrived early.

Now Fall has arrived.

Early.

The pattern of the last few years

shows the weather has changed.

So soon

Spring will be Summer.

Summer will be Fall.

Fall will be Winter.

Winter will just be damn cold!

Or not.

When I dream

and the poem writes itself.

Beautiful and succinct.

Also funny.

Yet when I wake

remembering it is lost.

Branches reaching high into the sky.

Twigs break off.

A nest is built.

The storm may shatter what you see.

Things will regrow.

The roots are strong.

They have even pushed through the concrete meant to hold them!