Painted Window

I see a window quite unlike

The others. Stopping next to it,

I wait for traffic lights to change.

My eyes observe the chipping sky

And flowers standing still and tints

So mixed with crud so as to dull

their shade. A window with no lock.

But for a moment there is peace,

And just like that the light turns green.





My eyes are raw. I cannot cry more tears. With blurred vision, I lift my pen and re-ink. I throw away the damaged bits of paper and lament the words now lost. But words are not finite, they are like the stars. So many out there; so many possibilities.

I take a deep breath and begin again.


The End.


A great big fright

A great big fright

Have you experienced a kind of fear

That sends shivers akin to lighting bolts,

Down the lining of your spine?

A sudden jolt of the heart –

A cooling of the blood,

As time warps into itself and into a space

And you need to step outside to breathe!

A fear of a different kind takes shape

When the one you love is in danger,

Is hurting

A fear of a different kind overcomes you

A great big fright

The kind of fear you can’t shake

because it won’t stop shaking you.