eternity since
the doors opened
still waiting at the sill
shivering I
to enter or to run
hide or reach within
pull on all the strengths
walk through
into the unknown
vulnerable
trusting in the good
the magic unfolds
at times glimpses
of infinity and love
preserving them
a desired skill
more than not
there are moments
defining the past
and fears that scream
into the future
a new chapter
every day
an opportunity
to transform
oneself
into love
awaits
recording of the above poem read by the author
too fat for a morning jog
too fat for a gym
too fat for a nature’s walk
too fat for a swim
nothing helps to motivate
green shake taste of grass
gym right across the road
tight leggings sign of class
the body growing bigger suit
the mystery of getting lean
the food intake is increasing
no movement to be seen
there are reasons to cry
and yet more to laugh
what brings our satisfaction
being content with half
to eat less to drink more
to think less to love more
to dream less to live more
to sit less to move more
saying that watching the screen
tell me what do I mean
deep down the endless fight
delish food or looking light
recording of the above poetry read by the author
free of boundaries
there is no limit to
what can be achieved
in unexpected
situations
hovering above our head
aircraft of uneven shape
soldiers of the stars
landing on earth
ungrounded
unrelated scattered
yet emerging from the one
mind
personal attack on
existence
unite in solitude
resolute and wild
unmoved unshaken
staying true
to the one
heart
love the haters
all they ask is
more compassion
gratitude and love
accept them
gently
disarmed
recording of the above poem read by the author
clean sheet of screen paper
fingers ready to type
the phone makes a sound
distracted and curious
who is on the other side
just have a quick look
…
one thing leads to another
a few hours later
finally back to typing
now all prepared
the muse is late
…
waiting waiting waiting
patiently for her arrival
in the meantime
thoughts about food enter
…
here come hunger pangs
or perhaps just peckish
no space for poetry
inside an empty mind
…
peek into the fridge
not much choice
where is the muse
maybe stuck in traffic
…
banana an energy boost
maybe it will inspire
the phone rings
lengthy discussion about nothing
…
back to the writing screen
where is the muse so long
when one needs her most
what has happened to her
…
put on some smooth tunes
that will help for sure
falling into meditation
memories come and go
…
an hour later awakened
from retro emotional trip
when the music finished
startled by cheesy voice in ads
…
muse still nowhere to be seen
must have slept in
best to think in positives
she will come again
…
until that moment though
there is not much one can do
other than
to write
nevertheless
