REVERIE (Nov. 27. Theme: Dream)

The gurgling of water and the sprightly steps of the young one

Strains of the guitar wafting in, when all my work’s done

Provides me with restful slumber as I slowly recline in my chair,

That’s my personal space that I cling to, can anyone snatch it, by daring?

To wonder whether the glass is half full or half empty

Would take a teenager to roll over like a Humpty Dumpty

Filling a belly to the brim is the luck of a few –

Still, we offer prayers in holy places, standing in the front pew.

It’s better to fly over a bird’s nest-

Then to catch and destroy it, snatching everyone’s rest.

Flowers in a tree wither so that they can bloom once more,

The calm in his voice is a precursor of his more deadly roar.

Often I ask myself why I write.

Is it because I want to soar high in flight?

To be one with the birds flying high in mid-air,

And flaunt me, in effortless ease, in a style debonair?

No, I write only to vent my pent-up feelings,

That’s a pact I’ve had with myself in many inward dealings

I tell myself: Thou too can express!

It’s a better way to save yourself in distress!