Writer's Block

Troubled sleep 

Drowsy subconscious

Lost lucidity of 

Silhouetted dreams

Creativity itinerant 

Like weeds otiose

Wading in idle water

Words labor upon mental 

As rain drops drip from leaves

One at a time after rain

Hope clock chimes upon

Sedated mind’s will to discern

The thoughts shape less 

To seize upon abstruse

Lifeless images streaking

Across screen to no avail.

5.14.2014

Not Too Long At A Fork

If indecisive when roads cross on

Follow the path that you are on.

It may not hold the charm of newness

To tickle your adventurous senses,

May but holds the comfort of familiarity

To save you from unknown hostility.

Once decision made to your heart's delight

Follow the path aimed with all your might.

Detrimental is not the fork but standing

Confused and still too long at a fork.

A road carries many secrets to explore

Infinite resides in its bosom to adore.

Swaggering the road sans hesitation

Leads you slowly into desired perfection.