MORNING POETRY – ‘The Curry’

table set for two
satin tablecloth
polished glasses

bubbling curry
on the stove
fragrant spices

candlelight
filled the room
casting shadows

the flame flickered
sudden darkness
anticipation

no visual stimuli
only the tongue
for discernment

the dish arrived
the smell the taste
delicate combo

flavorsome
satisfying
filling

then the dessert
and drinks
served in the dark

all polished off
happy belly
questions arose

ingrediencies
revealed
in the light

only then came
the reaction
a frog allergy

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Beating Heart’

an unusual sight
mind taking a flight
into the space
behind the face

stillness of an ocean
awareness in motion
between each breath
chance of death

view outside the eyes
impressions that arise
aiming to give meaning
generalizing screening

birthing of new ideas
might be no panacea
for having loving heart
beats being smart

MIDNIGHT POETRY- ‘Unearthed’

tangled words
out the throat
only wheezing
escapes

jammed in the
narrow passage
all letters of the
alphabet

blunt or sharp
like a spear
a pen with
no ink

leap into
the unknown
fear aside
inhale

a tale about
raw diamonds
yearning to be
discovered
…shine

MIDNIGHT POETRY -‘The Hungry Stork’

body of an angel
wings dark feathers
time to pursue
vegan leathers

off the high horse
out with charts
stop the bets
have the smarts

steadfast approach
change of seasons
eating flesh
has no reasons

who keeps pets
in their house
a comfy bed
next to the spouse

what’s for dinner
they do ask
prep some chook
put on the mask

one is poultry
one is a pet
one we pay for
to see the vet

so blindfolded
we often are
our habits
rather bizarre

time to wake up
to get real
all past dramas
we can heal

next time we expect
an incoming stork
let’s prepare it for
dishes eaten by
a fork