They say there’s got to be
A morning after
Just hold on
Through the night
I say the best work
Comes in the dark of night
And the morning after?
The words are posted
So coffee, ham and eggs
And maybe a post-posting edit
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Colours that can Be ~ NaPoWriMo Day 30
What better moment
Can there be
Than when my eyes
Can see
All the many colours
That can be
Perhaps only
That moment
When I can love
All the many colours
That are me
Companions of Existence ~ NaPoWriMo Day 29
This orb
This life giver
This thing of mass
And light
And heat
And meaning
That sets consciousness
Alight
This battery
The necessary and sufficient thing
To create all things
Material
Etherial
Conceptual
Spiritual
Generator of
Possibility
Inevitability
Everything depends
On a lonely star
Circled by rocks and gas and ice
Themselves circled by rocks and gas and ice
Twirling on the outer arm
Of a galaxy of stars and rocks and gas and ice
All made of star stuff
Except consciousness
Which lives in a home
Made of star stuff
But is not
Itself
Star stuff
Instead
Merely a conceit of matter
Believing it is matter
That somehow
Matters
And perhaps it does
Or
Perhaps it does not
But in this moment
I matter
To me
And that is all
That matters
That
And all the other
Matter houses
For consciousness
My companions
Of existence
Arc ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #404 & NaPoWriMo 2025
This arc through space and time
Thirty poems yet to write
But after this
Just twenty-nine
Some days
The words may come
As if a gift
Some days a labour
Subtler beauties missed
But still the promise: words to come
Rainbows ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #370
The road I travel
Seems ever bound for darkened sky
Though the curve ahead
Suggests reprieve
So I stay the course
Hope good fortune
Diverts me once again
To better light
The Bridge and the Fog
He dreamed of another time
A time that never was
In a place that might have been
He dreamed of a bridge
From a land spare and dry
To a fabled city on a hill
He dreamed of a fog
That stood between
Where he was
And where he could be
In the dream
The fog never cleared
He never crossed the bridge
When he woke
He realized the fog
Was the nightmare of his childhood
The bridge was a path
From the child to the man
From who he was
To who he could be
He would never cross the bridge
So long as he held the fears
Of the child
He would never overcome the fears
Until he allowed himself
To feel the child’s pain
The Welcome Flood of Emptiness
Occluded
Clouded
My mind a storm of thoughts
Breathe
Stillness
Empty myself
Of past, present and future
Of fear, desire, need
In the quiet
A softening
Becomes a glimmer
Becomes the light itself
Flooding the plain
Of my existence
Which at first
Seems wasteland
Breathe again
And the waste becomes barrenness
Breathe again
And the barrenness becomes emptiness
Detached
From time and material things
I learn the beauty of emptiness
Which I fill
With this moment
Discovery
Detritus and treasures
The flotsam and jetsam
Of mes forgotten
And discarded
Wash ashore
There to be beachcombed
Collected and collated
Discovering the pieces
For a me I can reconstruct
Soothing ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #342
I find few moments more soothing
Than a cool, grey day
Whose listless breezes stir a gentle rain
Droplets patter pane and sill
And I, warm and dry
With a steaming mug
Turn the pages of a book
Offering scant attention to its contents
Cracks ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #341
There was a small crack
Which let the light in
Amber and warm
To dispel the gloomy darkness
But left the shadows
So I could see both
Where I was going
And where I’d come from
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