Thought Salad

Tag: poetry

  • The Nest

    My feathered little ones, grow cold while waiting for the day. I bring them delicacies and love, they coo gratefully up at my offering One day soon they will fly, up and away into the blue But for now they tuck Under my wing My little ones One, two, three Warm with mommy in the…

  • Matt’s lullaby

    Fluff the pillow,  and smooth out the sheets. Pull back the covers, Toothbrush away the sweets Night time is here, my soft little one, We’ll enjoy tomorrow, But now is bedtime for the sun. I’ll tuck you in, and give you a million kisses I’ll read you a story of colourful fishes. Turn out the…

  • The mountains 

    Moments are fleeting and few. Born on the wind’s back,  through clouds of slate blue that pierce every crack. Today we played in the rain as it turned into snow,  cold hands on a swing chain Children cold, but ready to go The mountains covered in white So solid and true Fresh air blowing my…

  • Rat race

    This life is an express train Rolling down the track Anytime someone cries They get no money back Tick, tick, tock Time marches on Faster than feelings, until the clock is gone Hyperventilating 101, Chronos doesn’t care. He flips the bird,  Lets it fly, up into the air That’s it and thanks a lot, I’d…

  • Gord

    I was 38 years old when I heard the news. A part of my youth,  the years of discovery for my generation,  The Hip were the soundtrack to my teens and twenties. They were on every radio station, CanCon,  but actually worth it. I remember the roadside attraction mosh pit,  decking the person trying to steal…

  • The dark

    Cloaked in darkness, Swirling in the night. Doubts creep out, unafraid of the light. Like vampires they lurk, gliding on air. Tyrants of thought,  opressors of care. Burdened by unknowing desperate for relief, oblivious to goodness, overwhelmed by their grief. Tamping it down only works for awhile. Inevitably it bursts forth, tired of it’s exile.…

  • Imposter

    What if they notice? realize I’m a fraud? Would they string me up, send me to my God? Will they judge me, lest they be judged back? The luggage of doubt  which I carry in my sack. With age comes experience, with experience dismay. I thought I’d get smarter, but I’ve got nothing to say.…

  • Driven

    What do you believe in?  What would you fight for, die for, give everything you have for? Is it a person, place or thing, do they love you back the same? Do you wake up every day,  eager to carry on? Or do you struggle to continue,  telling yourself, “Just one more day” Does your…

  • Internal motivation 

    What drives you? Where does your interest lie? Could you work all day? Or would it make you cry? What makes you get up and out of bed? Is it the lure of the dollar, or a desperate need for bread? Is each day a struggle to fulfill a basic need? Or is it a…

  • Spiral staircase 

    Life is a spiralling array  of coincidences, Intricate and complex. Each step leading to a staircase, Not knowing where it ends Like the house of Escher,  sometimes we walk upside down around a corner,  through a door leading nowhere, fall to the ground