Tag: postaday

  • High water

    Today started far too early. I woke before the dawn, unable to still my racing thoughts. Monday’s are a struggle, especially with too little sleep. But even though my list of things to do is short, it’s left me somehow bereft, at sea with myself. I hold onto the board and wonder how I got…

  • Thought

  • Carpe Diem

  • Bath time

  • Insomnia dreams

    Insomnia dreams

    Another sleepless night Wondering about the world Unsure if I like myself As evil thoughts twirled Worries for the day, Some, not even mine Others of the night, From a land before time Replaying conversations Worrying about what was said All of these contribute To the storm in my head Then one thought emerges, A…

  • Vortex

    Vortex

    It swirls In eddies Gentle, At first But as I watch The power Pulls me under Darkness all around A swirling, Churning Vortex Allowing no escape A scream bubbles up Soundless, Unheard Stuck Between Scylla And Charybdis Underneath the waters I yearn To touch the sun

  • Blue moon Monday

    Blue moon Monday

    They say it’s Blue Monday, the saddest day of the year. My eyes have been dragging all day long; I wonder if it could have something to do with that. More than likely it’s related to my lack of sleep over the past few nights. I should’ve slept, there was no reason why not, but…

  • Blue moon Monday

    Blue moon Monday

    They say it’s Blue Monday, the saddest day of the year. My eyes have been dragging all day long; I wonder if it could have something to do with that. More than likely it’s related to my lack of sleep over the past few nights. I should’ve slept, there was no reason why not, but…

  • Little cat feet

    Little cat feet

    Carl Sandburg was the one who said, “The fog rolls in on little cat feet.” Every time the fog covers the earth, I’m reminded of his words. It’s soft, silent, and yet immovable. It coats the world with mystery, makes me wonder if this is what it’s like, to carve out moments alone, unbothered by…

  • On the precipice of sleep

    On the precipice of sleep

    Gentle exhales greet my ears; Whistles, grunts, and snores. Above and beside me, The sounds of life abound From the children I adore Although the day was full, A break from stress and toil, It is the simple things which most Ease the weary soul I close my eyes and drift away, Listening as life’s…