MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Blank Page’

hello my dear
it has been a while
our past encounters
long into the night
sitting next to you
now makes me smile
seeing the light

little wit no ink
joyous to give into
your embrace
much rather than
visit to the shrink

gentle movement
sweaty fingers
brain fog lifted
spilling it all out
your touch is gifted

truth uncovered
books on the shelf
shadows with a glow
the time is here
to know thyself

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Yarn’

soft feel of yarn
caressing fingers
colorful thread
bouncing on a table

sliding in and out
opening spaces
perfect for a hook
creative expression

in a flash of time
boundless and free
focused on the now
the world evaporated

healing the mind
bringing peace
internal harmony
tranquility

hooked

modern lifestyle
ripped jeans bare bum
stereo headphones
crowning the head

sound immersion
above covering the base
channels of influencers
spreading their truth

any city street
full of bent necks
bodies hunched
eyes on the screen

breathing restricted
to a pause in speech
airtime of more value
than air itself