I step in the door and she is waiting, her whines and cries warm my heart. She is always there for me, I tell her about my day and she listens patiently, her eyes staring at me. We go walking and play in the grass and trees running and chasing.
I am kept awake by thoughts of you, my dreams filled with your touch. Even moments we are near I am invisible, your eyes take no notice of me. How is it you are on my mind constantly yet I am never on yours? I must act, but will you?
They follow one another everywhere, do everything together. They are inseparable, like siblings. They play and walk side by side, they even enjoy the same stick. They run together, sleep next to each other, they are true friends. They may be different but their friendship runs deeper, best friends forever.
I stare at the blank white,
Waiting and wishing for something to write,
Suddenly it comes to me,
My mind is illuminated as a
Epiphany is my saviour,
Words flow freely with fervour.
The curse is broken,
My mind is awoken.
My footfalls the only sounds, the forest is quiet, the leaves rustle under my feet. The light of day fades, orange and red scar the sky above the canopy. Darkness is coming, the night brings terrors. I move faster, my destination is not far. I listen, something’s footsteps closing in.
I step in the door and she is waiting, her whines and cries warm my heart. She is always there for me, I tell her about my day and she listens patiently, her eyes staring at me. We go walking and play in the grass and trees, running and chasing.
Eyelids droop, head heavy, breathing slowing. Sleep calls to me, it taunts me, I am struggling against it, I want it, with every fibre of my being I want to give in to its haunting calls. I have been walking for so long, however my journey is not ending yet.
I’m waiting, seconds slowly pass. My mind wanders, thoughts of her fill my mind once again, I shake, I don’t want these feelings, these thoughts anymore. I am tormented constantly. Why can I not escape, she has gone, but my mind refuses to let her go, she was my forever.
My pencil strikes,
The paper is soft,
Lines form pipes,
And slowly images leap aloft,
I hold the pencil but it creates,
I am the instrument,
The art awaits,
And the paper erupts in an instant,
I am the artist,
But the paper is my art.
Seeing and breathing the fresh air,
Taming nature and other impossibilities are contemplated,
Roaming the trees and finding adventure,
Obvious it seems, I have walked so many times before and never noticed,
Living, breathing, the woods are alive,
Large and small everything has its place.
A screen calls out to me,
Its cries are not unheard,
I move and sit calmly,
I will watch like the masses.
I sit in tension,
I cannot bear to tear myself,
Grasp is total, complete attention,
It holds me until the last second.
Finally I am free,
Thoughts return slowly,
Once again I am me,
Until the next episode.
Routine, rummage roughly, rest, realization.
Reality reckons, routine ruined, remember, reason.
I tried something new here, I have never attempted a poem that uses the same starting letter, but I used this weeks challenge as an opportunity to try something new.
The veil of darkness is slowly pulled back, dawn has arrived. Warmth, comfort and happiness surrounds me. These sheets will hold me forever, just as the warm body next to me does. A perfect moment, I enjoy it, lids close as sleep begins to take me again, beautiful dreams await.
Joy, pure joy! Today, today has come! I leap from sleep, immediately awake at the prospect of the coming day. It has arrived, finally. I rush to the purchase, nothing else matters today. I arrive home, the screen is on before my coat is off. Time to play, happiness finally!
The watching, waiting, perfect stillness, then a perfect reward, the SNAP of the shutter.
Life, I watch and wait, ever ready for the next SNAP, I thirst for it, the desire higher than any other.
After each SNAP, relief washes over me, soon though the urge returns. I am addicted.