Thought Salad

Tag: poetry

  • Warmth and silence

    Warmth and silence

    It was a grey and silent day where I am. A quiet work environment, with clouds that seemed to touch the ground. I felt the weight of silence on my soul today. The other shoe so close to dropping for one, two, several people. Beyond my reach and out of my control. I know enough…

  • Thoughts about parenting at night after the children are in bed

    Thoughts about parenting at night after the children are in bed

    I had no inkling Not a single clue Just how much children Could do to you One moment my life Went swimming along All by myself, Singing a song Worried about loneliness, But free as a bird I never thought I’d be surrounded by words Unceasing chatter, But full of delights They light up my…

  • The dance

    The dance

    A faded corner in a crowd A silhouette without a face I look around for clarity But return empty from the chase The winter is cold and brutal My faith lacks for strength Each day drags with exhaustion No shortage in its length Some days last forever An eternity in a glance I close my…

  • Neuro exam

    Neuro exam

    My life is a series of rapid alternating movements A test of nerves, A battle of beliefs The never ending trill Of art and science Adding dissonance and beauty Simultaneously In a pattern the masters of Baroque would envy Some days, The music goes on without end And sometimes, When the music stops The rest…

  • Arrival

    Arrival

    Emotions run wild, Like rapids in the spring Full of the rush of life And the treasure that can bring Potential full and limitless Every breath amazing Evoke the beauty of creation The fires of joy are blazing Soft and oh, so sweet An old soul again arrives Ready to shine its light On all…

  • Chill and warmth

    Chill and warmth

    The sky is so brilliant, Hazy and white. The shine of the sun, the snow so bright. The wind in January chills my bones, Makes me long for the comfort of hearth and home Golden glow, and soft warm hugs Love of a family, My cute little bugs.

  • Forlorn

    Forlorn

    A clump of leftover rags, Abandoned and alone Used and discarded, Left on its own. Once they were valued, Almost beyond compare Beautiful and pristine, Shiny against her hair But now they are faded With time and despair No more will gazes linger, Now that she doesn’t care Their purpose yet lingers Useful, perhaps, to…

  • Heaven above

    Heaven above

    Indigo fought with the night As the clouds rose to meet them Strong and vibrant, They combined to create the sky, Viable only in unison

  • Baggage

    Baggage

    Swirls and eddies Lead to strange horizons, Conversation flows within One thought leads to another, spiraling into another realm Complete, Unique. Within my own mind, I can go for hours Sorting through the boxes Packed away for another day Some, left closed, Pushed away to a corner. To be dealt with at another time, Maybe.

  • New Year’s Eve

    New Year’s Eve

    Finally. The last day of another year almost gone. With the most bitter cold I can remember since childhood, I made absolutely no plans to go out or do anything. It felt a little strange, as it’s always been a night where I felt like I needed to be doing something. When I was a…