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

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Divine Instrument’

stop wait
now slowly
ever so slowly
move to the rhythm
of a handpan

celestial sound
coming out of
that precious ufo
shaped instrument
blissed

exploding inside
healing the cells
in the place of music
divine melody
in sync

stagnant energies
leaving the body
fresh new air
filling the lungs
alive

staying present
in this minute
experience
cheerful joy
vibrating

peace

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Momentary’

days seem too short
time encapsulated
magic of the forest
where each tree needle
fell to the ground
without a sound

sitting around a bonfire
listening to the crackling
of the wood sap
eyes absorbing flames
cheeks and palms
shades of hot pink

reflecting on the past days
hours and years blend
into one infinitive mass
past present and future
only fictitious concepts
piercing through space

moments ago God’s child
now just a grey nomad
well behaved adult
following written rules
the wisdom hidden
behind thick curtains

innocence dissipated
like a smoke of the fire
only distant smile remains
so fragile and deep
you would almost miss it
in a blink of an eye