Hibernation is not really for the sleep:
The point is the coming back to life.
Eyes blinking we become accustomed to the light
As we emerge from our cave
However dusty or muddy the Spring soil may be,
We let it squish between our toes.
It, too, [...]
Real folk have views
Or even the [...]
Once again awakened, too early,
I look into the darkness for
I notice that the only answer
It holds is the one
Fear hovers in the sheets.
It draws from past memories
About similar stories it
Holds as failures:
Of melancholy aloneness
Holding you in the surf
A reality now become a dream
With the edge of winter
And our temporary separateness
Some filled with a strange sense of
You know it’s gonna cost you
If you wear those worn out shoes.
They’re gonna do worse than
Hurt your feet.
They’re gonna make people
Look at ya funny.
I have nothing bad to say about passion. It’s cool. Or I really should say hot. Coupled with stuff like muse, inspiration, talent and so on, passion offers massive motivation when it’s in flow.
I so (too?) often rely on what I’d loosely call talent and my passion for music to get [...]
I was making up poetry in the womb.
Mother says so, and you know what that means:
Nobody’s gonna question it.
And I mean nobody.
She may not get around so fast,
But Mother’s got a way with her tongue
That can lash you within [...]
There’s a wisdom that’s come down through the ages that seems to really [...]
Being real in social media