No Ideas

Ideas race, run and roar before me
I am stuck in a jam and cannot join the flow.
Ideas soar, float, and fly far off above my head
Fogged and fuzzy in the clouds.
Ideas swim, snap and splash in crystal waters.
I am stuck, stumped and sluggish in the mud.
So many ideas rear up and run,
Skittish and shy,
Elusive and sly.
Their silvery shine sparkling slightly
Then silently slipping away.

No I’m all out tonight
So I will not write
As nothing will come to me
Nothing at all.

Unfinished Business

Time rushed, pushed, filled.
Gone before I’m ready.
Day flies, day ends.
Work spills, flows and tumbles on
To greet me in the morning.
No time for jobs I must.
No time for things I want.
I squeeze me in here or
Unfinished due to interruption.

Book of Faces

How much have I forgotten?
The eyes and smiles of friends,
Once so important,
Scattered far and wide.
Lives distant and different.
Paths long travelled turn,
Lead us back.
Rekindle, reconnect,
Gather once more.
Lost and forgotten no longer,
Eyes and smiles the same.

Editing Tool

Paring knife. Sparing knife.
Slit and slice. Just, precise.
Cutting each clumsy phrase.
Ensuring precious meaning stays.

Words on a Blanket

Woven patterns hypnotise and still me
A quiet expanse of softness
Woolen womb cocoons
Invites blankness and calm
Invites blanketness
Close and cosy. Eyes close.
Sleep sneaks, peeks, creeps and stays.
Dreams, curled and curved beneath,
Release sweet sighs and fly.