Morning Commute

The sky looks like my sheets
When I peered through them blurrily this morning
Or like an ocean of white
Tides paused in motion.
I felt the rumble of a storm on the horizon
Sea air sweeping my face,
Before I boarded my train.

The imagined life

sometimes id rather imagine life than live it

like watching it through a screen

the lights seem less harsh

looking through frosted glass

its too stimulating, too exciting to actually live

instead let those images dance before my eyes 

let my mind manipulate the flow of reality

the path of unknown 

unpredictable as english weather

id rather not leave the house then

because what if i needed a jacket when i thought I didn’t

what a calamity

no no

better not risk it

in the reality show

reflected against the screen of my mind

it can always be sunny if i want

even if i miss those warm rays stroking my neck

at least I’ll always be sheltered from the storms

no no

better not risk it

ill stay right here watching my shows

I collect each word you say and keep them in a jar

Those words you mindlessly said

Play over and over in my head

I fervently cling to them

Use them to cushion my weary head

Build a play fort which against the cotton walls

Projects images of you

In my mind I dance with your shadows

Convince myself that your smile was painted just for me

But when the projections tremble and fade

I am alone

Those words you mindlessly said

Sprinkled them into the air without a care

You would never imagine that I would collect them like petals to keep in a jar

Until they turn brown and rot
So you would not recognise them if I showed you again.

Spring is here

Spring is here

A pink mist flutters above the trees

Earth takes in her long awaited breath

As the flowing brooks tumble softly down her back

The petal strewn winds dance freely

The crystal voices of our feathered sopranos
twinkle beneath the sky

Daffodils bow their crowned heads

Spring is here

I smile

And with Earth breathe in

My heart dancing with the breeze

Ready to sing the first song of spring