Thought Salad

Tag: prose

  • Premonition

    Premonition

    Have you ever had a premonition? A feeling so powerful that you just knew If you turned the corner, opened your eyes standing there would be something you’d already seen, experienced, lived? Is it the dream that wakes the dreamer? Or a reality already lived? Does the soul remember everything it’s never seen Or forget…

  • Black Panther

    Black Panther

    I climbed out of my cold long enough to see a movie today. I’d been wanting to see it since the first preview, stunned by the impressive special effects, awes by the astral majesty. I thought it was a movie about an advanced alien race at first, not up on the full mythology of the…

  • A painful reminder

    A painful reminder

    So I’ve become conversant with what an ear infection feels like, again. I mean, I was pretty sure I remembered it hurting a lot, but I was good without repeating the memory of bones breaking in my head. Looking back, it’s been almost 25 years since the last time my ear drum ruptured. I was…

  • Simple life

    Simple life

    Another day In another town Simple life Can’t get him down He walks around Assays the land Does his work With his own hand Smiles at the sun Across the field Waiting for The summer’s yeild A simple time And simple place Pride in a day’s work You can’t replace I look at my day…

  • Perspective

    Perspective

    Oh this was a long day! Encrusted with germs, donated by my generous children, I struggled to drink my coffeee and keep it down while working and sanitizing my hands and all surfaces with alcohol I made it, somehow, but the nausea rolled all day- like the good times, but less enjoyable. And somehow, my…

  • Perpetual motion machine

    Perpetual motion machine

    Small children are perpetual motion machines Driven by the energy they suck out of their parents Their rambunctiousness Inversely proportionate To the state of their parent’s patience Fueled by mischief and sugar They run rampage in a constant stream of noise Sprinkling toys and destruction In their wake Small and mighty They rule the roost…

  • Family Sunday

    Family Sunday

    I spent today working on the idea of being present. I hear a lot about it lately, “being present” The idea that you need to really experience your life. On the surface, this sounds remarkably dumb. Like, you’re immersed in your life, how the heck can you be present more than just being there? But…

  • Everyday valour

    Everyday valour

    Walking into a place you’ve never been Being the only one in the group to say no Knowing when to say yes Knowing when to let go Standing up when you see something that’s wrong or unkind Leveling the playing field so that everyone had a chance to play The courage in every day choices…

  • Endless love

    Endless love

    I know what love is. I’ve touched it’s hand, seen it’s smile, watched the soft eyes crinkle. I’ve seen it cradle a newborn, caress a cheek, stroke hair off a fevered brow But I’ve never felt it break my heart Until today Angels waiting for space to be made, Heaven a certainty. The world will…

  • Costume

    Costume

    This veil I wear is short and bleak And hides a bitter truth My colours aren’t vibrant or rare, My face not long of tooth I watch from behind this safe place In a costume of a sort While the world passes me by In a strange and unfamiliar sport My heart is firmly attached…