Musings

It’s funny how the ‘inspiration for writing’ strikes at the most inopportune of times. Often at a position of disadvantage, the writer finds himself at a loss for action, physically going on about his work, while a lilting melody sails through the oceans of artistry in the heart… 😉

One more poem, one more musing, another trifling thought, from a silly heart…

By the brook near the tree

The boy sat

Quietly, watching the little pouches of water

Emptying themselves into the stream.

He wished to do the same,

For in his mind was mayhem

Thousands of thought, rushing by,

Like the rivulet gushing by.

By the meandering rivulets

The boy sat,

Skipping stone after stone,

Into the great waters afore.

Searching for succour.

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There came by another Lilliput,

The brother of the boy.

Happy silence was shared

Eyes, came to an understanding…

Sometimes you don’t say things,

Sometimes, nothing needs to be said.

He wasn’t given an answer,

Answers, he did not seek.

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Sometimes all you need is people,

To have a hearty laugh with.

Sometimes all you need is a person,

With an understanding heart.

Life isn’t always fair,

You aren’t always in tune,

But if you have a company

Who will just, sing along

The journey becomes easy, the miles can be clocked.

From A Seared Soul

Words flow; crystal clear, unwarranted. The sounds in the head want to make themselves heard. Ideas are aplenty, each scene presents a story, emotions are on a high – it is now their day everyday.

A few words say it all, their tender savagery ripping the heart. Life is a roller-coaster ride, one moment you are up – high up; and the other moment – down, deep into the abyss.

Crouched in the corner, knees pulled up to the chin, eyes warily searching, the tears have dried up, but the tumult is on.

You’d fallen. Down, into an abyss.

Fear still shrouds you. The uncertainty. The room – damp, dark. Dismal. A flash of memory strikes you. The tears flow again. Crystal clear, unwarranted. The sounds in the head want to make themselves heard.