MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Anesthesia’

full anesthesia
electrifying shocks
reseting the brain

opening eyes
morning light
softly reaching

two weeks
time passing
hospital food

new neurons
old memories
resurfacing slowly

partial amnesia
traumatic events
choosing to forget

stepping outside
into the world
reborn rewired

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Wet’

fields on both sides of the road
inundated by rushing floodwater
highway traffic at standstill
dodging pot holes massive craters

the rain has now finally eased
dams keep overflowing
frogs croaking in the pond
ducks frolicking in their element

the wet season arrived early
getting the dry land soaking
delivering the much needed
nourishing drink to the trees

into the darkness of the night
amphibians in great magnitude
their wild concert unconducted
incessant melody of the wet forest

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘The Perfect War’

The perfect war

Let’s go shooting

Stars!

MORNING POETRY – ‘Keeping Fit’

my daily exercise routine
riding the wave of life
jumping to conclusions
running out of ideas
threading on water
walking on thin air
running out of time
picking myself up
rowing my boat
these simple exercises
ensure I am as fit
as now