Thought Salad

Tag: poetry

  • Chalk in the wind

    Chalk in the wind

    Some days work feels Like chalk in my hand Watching lives Blow away like sand I wonder sometimes If what I do changes fate Watching so many Become Mr or Mrs ‘the late’ Does it make a difference? Does it change things at all? When one of us is born, Another seems to fall I…

  • Yin/yang

    Yin/yang

    Do you suppose If you juxtapose Good and bad You’ll get middle of the road? Or will It be Like shades of grey Without any light Or dark of day? If you mix extremes Sometimes it seems You end up with nothing Of consequence So remember this Chiaroscuro sense Best of friends Are white and…

  • Épuisé

    Épuisé

    Some days I feel old, Exhausted and burnt out Wondering about life And full of self doubt When I slog though my day Fueled with caffeine and nerves I wonder what I did wrong If anything, to deserve Days of anxiety Nights so full of regret Thoughts about those I may have upset Worries of…

  • The other

    The other

    We make assumptions Each and every day About where we work And where we play People we know And those we’ve just met About our dentist, About our dog’s vet Why are we wired To judge at first sight? Did this keep us safe From monsters in the night? Or is the fear of the…

  • Milky Way

    Milky Way

    To where does the daylight disappear? Once it was quite bright, But now twilight is near And onward approaches the night Once I was youthful, Full of crazy dreams Life was fresh and truthful Now it’s ripped at the seams I rub my eyes to try to clear my dim and foggy eyesight, Knowing there’s…

  • A toddler in the mountains

    A toddler in the mountains

    A slow return to life Aided by the sun Morning shone down As the nighttime was over and done He scampered out of bed Full of vim and vigour While mother groaned instead Feeling the years within her The narcissism of a toddler Full of self-importance Knowing you are the center Of the families entire…

  • Lassitude

    Lassitude

    I’ve been infected by a bug Of heartache and despair Full of turmoil, Born of the air With change all around me I stagnate inside Soul torn into pieces Crumpled with pride How did I get here? I wonder out loud I did nothing different To stand out in the crowd And so I struggle…

  • Goals for forty

    Goals for forty

    I’m back to the time of year where I start to make lists of my goals. Many people do this at New Years, and I do sometimes as well. But this time of year, when I’ve completed another revolution around the sun, makes me take stock of where I am and where I’d like to…

  • The tree

    The tree

    Time passes Rapid as the sea Rushing toward An old weathered tree When I look at its branches They don’t look like much Gnarled and twisted They lack a soft touch But while they may be rough And challenged by life I envy their simplicity As sharp as a knife Standing against the elements Proud…

  • Character

    Character

    The bright light from the window Sun arising each morn Blue skies above me Every day newly born No matter what may come Dreams that are real Moments will pass Almost too quick to feel Through good days and bad Wonders that sometimes astonish Darkness that envelops The soul with its black varnish I take…