Contemplation
Today It Was Real
Today it was real
this was it
I am no longer
what I was
the me I knew
for 31 years
has disappeared
into the ghost yard
of those before me
I have no schedule
no constraints of time
no eyes upon me
looking for knowledge
I gladly gave each day
my time is now my own
and I am free
©MidwestFantasy
08/16/2016
Clearing the Storm
Etched in blood and ink
raw emotion
of a storm raging relentlessly
until…
Blue sky waved at me
grabbed my hand
pulled me along
chased dark clouds
into a corner
and locked them away
then…
she picked up a
pretty, purple pen
placed it in my hand
and happy began
to flow onto the page
once again
©MidwestFantasy
06/14/2016
Chasing Words
Absent so long
chasing words
running through my dreams
rambling words
singing to me in the dark
I fail to see them
cannot capture them
and my pages
lay bare again
©MidwestFantasy
Picture not my own
Nothing Time
Where is my time
to think
to be
to dream?
What happens to nothing time
as we wander into grown-up years?
I desperately crave
me and my mind
alone
where we can freely fly
into any world we wish
without someone
watching
scrutinizing
asking
just my heart and soul
talking to me
walking with me
in a world just our own
©MidwestFantasy
02/23/2016
My Waters
There are depths to me
I let no one dive into
Waters sometimes still
Other times whirlpools drowning me
They are mine
To playfully splash about
Or gently float upon
Maybe gingerly wade out
Seeing how far before I get lost
Pooled around just me
A place of my own
©MidwestFantasy
01/26/2016
Release
Just needing
to scratch out my soul
letter by letter
word by word
each one formed
a breath of release
easing my mind
calming my storms
whispering to me
caresses of comfort
and contentment
©MidwestFantasy
01/23/2016
Dragging Minutes
Days drag on
with the thought
of not seeing you
minutes taunting me
unhealthy obsession
my mind and heart
can’t deny
I only need a glimpse
for these lips to curl
into a smile once again
©MidwestFantasy
01/10/2016
Return to the Page
I return to the page
soft pencil curving letters
into emotions
falling onto
snowflake white paper
heart connecting to hand
with seraphic power
my need released
in words
as I sink into
the comfort of home
blanketed warmly
by poetry’s breath
©MidwestFantasy
12/26/2015
Who To Be
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