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

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘That Girl’

i saw a little girl
touching her belly button
smiling sheepishly

back into the womb
i flew in an instant
connected in no time

who is that little girl
where had the wind
blown her since

staring into the mirror
at times she appears again
her eyes towards the sky

her smile beaming
with joy and peace
then she vanishes

only to be replaced
by fog on the mirror
hiding an old lady

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MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Irony’

the irony of life
to live fully
one has to die first

the self lives a lie
in an illusory world
fed drama and fear

the reality of truth
the very opposite
pure love and light

live in the now
peel off layers
emerge anew

clarity awaits patiently
underneath darkness
merely to be awakened


MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Ode To Sourdough’

oh, dear sourbread
what i would do for you
for you rise from dust
without added yeast

in my shallow sleep
i pray for you deeply
mornings i feed you
you rise to sky heights

for your rye starter
true love i feel
the flavour the texture
the chewy crumb

the combo of the dark grain
paired with precious liquid
time, the perfect substance
yielding the desired effect

i wait for you patiently
while you work the magic
you deliver every time
the manna of gods

blessed we are
as so little is needed
to satisfy our hunger
yet so very nourishing