I have stumbled across a new passion: writing. It is proving to be insightful and rewarding.
Oh-- don’t go.
Don’t leave me alone.
I’m lonesome sitting out here all alone.
But-- you are right on the other side of my mind.
I’m fine, really I am.
I love my little fantasy land, an island all to myself.
I can make up stories, prose, poems and creative writings.
It quenches my soul to expose myself for all to see.
I couldn’t even begin to explain.
That’s just me so don’t ask.
I don’t care who doesn’t approve, that’s on them.
To each his own.
Live and let live.
Don’t bother me,
And I won’t bother you.
This learning to undo all my upbringing is hard work.
It’s not quite fulfilling or rewarding.
I hate to tell you but this stuff is with us for life.
It will never go away.
I’m about to snap.
I can’t stop it.
The anxiety is thick as snot.
Quick, grab a bag!
Blow hard. Inhale deeply.
What is it trying to tell me?
That the great midnight is waiting?
Will it be uncomfortable?
Scented flowers are lurking in the damp crypt.
I am lured down the stairs where the flowers dance with the Pegasus.
The flames barely keep me out.
Flaming flowers chase the me around in circles.
We don’t discuss the ‘ole bottle.
The liquid inside did it’s damage.
Down the drain it drained.
Silent clouds count the raindrops falling from the sky.
Grey clouds keep me company as I shiver under the covers.
I search my mind for the warmth of a lavender hug.
His spade digs deep.
Like a two-edged sword.
The earth is fertile.
The lapse of memory reminds me.
The rounded mounds grow with spring moss where they have slept peacefully for centuries. The goats on the hillside graze with the sheep.
They graze in the coolness of the blustery blue morn.
The pain in my head drives my imaginings.
Induction captures the echos within my brain.
I can’t see but I can think.
I feel the touch of a hand softly on my wrist.
Is that what guides ‘our’ thoughts to flow onto the page?
I sense guidance from the other side and am grateful.
I thank the other side for their guidance.
I will continue on with their help and counsel to live in the light forever more.
We’ll leave the light on for ya!
© 2021 Laurie S Novak
Laurie S Novak (author) from Michigan on April 28, 2021:
This one is a menagerie of mixed thoughts and emotions living within the recesses of a wandering soul, I think. LOL Thanks for commenting.
BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on April 27, 2021:
This is definitely different.
It sounds like one is lost and alone, left with the memories of the past to keep him company.
Those feelings pour out onto the page as he hides beneath the covers hoping to see the light of a new day.
I enjoyed reading it. Great words.
Ann Carr from SW England on April 27, 2021:
Well, that was an interesting journey!
Clever and entertaining.
Laurie S Novak (author) from Michigan on April 27, 2021:
Hi Dora! Yes, even I have to admit that one is all over the place! A little added humor at the end with a Motel 6 line!
Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on April 27, 2021:
Feels like I've done some traveling all around in nature and also inside my brain. I love your final verse which ends the confusion. Well done!