Our precious words we lock away
Save them for a rainy day

Imprisoned in our minds they stay
Never to see the light of day

Anxiously they pine away
Falling into disarray

Ideas once bright dimly glow
If only we could let them go

Across blank paper freely flow
Till new dawn the rooster crows

Weaving tales of wondrous lore
Shaking readers to the core

Alas, not yet, it’s far too soon
Maybe come next blue moon


Inspired by Daily Prompt – Paper

Daily Prompt – Percolate


If only the creative process
Would yield to intimidation.

The scenario would go something like this:

Alright you little buggers,
I know you’re in there
All jumbled up together
In a nonsensical mass

Percolating away
Back in the darkest
Recesses of my mind.

I demand you hold
Your serifs up high
And step forward
In a coherent sentence
This instant

Or else I’ll tear you apart
Letter by letter
Punctuating your demise
With glee.

And they say writers are unstable.


Discover Challenge: Here and Now



I am fortunate

To have free time
To put pen to paper

I am thankful

My mind is still intact
As I inch closer to my
Seventh decade of life

I am happy

To have an outlet for
My creative endeavors

I am humbled

To share my thoughts
And images
With others

I am hopeful

New ideas
Will keep coming

I am excited

To see the arrival of
The first hummingbird
This fall