MORNING POETRY – ‘At Play’

cloudy skies
predicted rain
does it matter
that we have brain

strike of lightning
brightens the night
are we trained well
to use it quite right

within miles
light as the day
software from childhood
in years still at play

placid lake
hit by discharge
upgrade the computer
get back in charge

ripples on the surface
spreading across
fire that robot
be your new boss

Poem read by the author – for subscribers

MORNING POETRY – ‘Triggered’

Like a shot sensation of anger
Spike of adrenaline on the rise
Blood preasure flaming hot

Impaled on a rod
Bursting with reactions
Heart beat at its peak

Rolling through the head
Stories of retaliation
Coupled with fear of loss

The spectacle of oneself
Suppressed traumas
Popping up like a fungi

Plant new seeds
Learn to grow
Harvest delish feelings

Tell new stories
Inside the head
Permanently change

Pool of fresh neurons