Have you ever woke up feeling rested
On the the right side of the bed
When the tiles not too cold
From last night’s rainy lullaby
When you hit the shower
The temperature just right
Everything is perfect
No rush nowhere
Savoring the moment
As warm drops hits you
When you walked out
The scent of fresh coffee greets
And pancakes on the pan
The sizzle of fried eggs
What can a be more perfect way
To start your day
Carpe Diem!
So small
So insignificant
Yet it pop there
Existing
An unexpected joy
There’s an eerie silence
That comes into mind
Encountering something new
Questions
Of what
Of how
Of when
Ponders and lingers
Afloat in thoughts
Too quick to consider
Lost in time
In the moment
Stopped
In all strangeness there is
The time has come
To look back and reflect
The things we done
On how we act
Perhaps we don’t care
Previously
People that had their land stolen
Being hungry
A war torn child
People that were interned
A whole state under lock
Oppressed by heavy chains
We carry our brothers
Maybe it’s time we shared the burden
Stay safe everyone.
Fear of the unknown
Fear of the unseen
Fear drives us to strive
To be better than where we had been
How nice it is to know
And let it show
Your heart’s content and desire
For others to admire
Being sincere
And watch happiness grow
Uplifting esteem that turned low
Sweet memories as such
the first smell of a fresh coffee grind
the fragrance on the first date
the citrus of summer
the flower beds on spring
that romper she wears to bed
that new book unwrapped
I yearn to delay it once more
The trip into land of dreams
For the pleasure of the world
Is too much to be missed
I will hate myself in the morning
Dread
So there it is
The break is here
The job never ends though
Seeing them again next year
Nothing more nothing less
Never asked for too much
What’s done is done
Until next time
It’s thick and soupy
The stuff that I breathe
Foggy like a mist
Of what should be a clear noon
Smog
Carried by the wind
Across the sea it arrived
From a distance not too far
Blanketing the horizon
As far as the eyes can see
Which is not too far it seems
It has been annual
This thing that choked
All of us
TheLightOfDeen 