Two Blank Thoughts…

quill and page The blank page
‘tis an enemy, forsooth, draining words
from me. Thou accursed fiend,
such a fickle
doth my
muse now flow?
As I stare blankly away
from thee, thy laughter
echoes mockingly.

quill and pageThe blank page
seems my enemy as it stares balefully
back at me. Until I write a
thought or two,
my enemy
what I can do.
Putting black on white,
as words now rain, tho’
how soon ‘til  I feel his
mocking disdain?


two whimsies,
on a blank subject…x


question mark 3Is
a limit, I wonder,
in the brains ability
to store, memories, ideas,
  facial recognition
and more?
Picture file on file gathering dust,
as our life continues and we re-adjust,
to so many emotions felt on recall,
yet our Brain, single handed,
remembers them all.

On a good day that is!! 


nightmaresThis be a corridor
leading who knowest where. 
Shouldst ye enter? Pay heed and beware…
Note dire warnings of a dark soul lost, by ignoring
true danger, he doth pay a high cost. Laying in wait,
capturing souls he doth plan,
‘twixt darkness and light
be a bogeyman…
Yes, well,  what more can I say?
I knew we should’ve turned left at the junction…x

Left With Right…

directions 3  I turned left,  walked on
then turned left again,
not sure of my bearings
whilst dodging fine rain.
I stopped at a corner,
looking left then right
as the rain became heavy,
almost blocking my sight.
Still I could see, I hadn’t reached
the right place. Turning back,
I was left with my steps
to retrace.


Moon Beams The Moon dressed
in all her white glory, stares
  down with ever careless gaze, at those
who worship her stark beauty, by looking
upward marking every phase.  Her spectral
light doth truly glisten, upon the restless ever
churning sea, as with every waxing ‘n
waning she lives, the tidal waves
follow her focal symmetry.
LadyP ©2014