Monthly Archives: May 2016

A Hazy Shade of Insomnia

Author’s Note: Even as I key this one, I debate whether to publish it in the wee, small hours shortly after my penning or to schedule it for later in the month of June. (Why yes, yes, I am so archaic I actually write and sometimes in cursive when I create.) Let me get it keyed and I’ll let you know what I’ve decided! đŸ™‚

The naked emperor is fiddling,
Fiddling while his fifedom falls,
Falling into mole and vole tunnels.
His bow blinded him,
And all he hears is the fiddle.

His serfs in the tunnels below
Slave to repair the mole and vole collapse,
Blinding themselves to all but the fiddler.
Like blind, deaf, dumb sheep,
They succumb to lemming philosophies.

Fairies flit and flutter fractally,
Confused by complex chaos.
Zooming at double the fiddler’s time,
Speed is multiplied by sorrow,
And if they fall the fifedom fails.

Meanwhile, the true fiddler pawned his fiddle.
The loss of his music expands the silent sounds.
A shepherd tosses him a magic flute.
The tones exotically squeak and fade
But cannot fight the fiddle’s plague.

Elsewhere, a pretty little princess in pink pleads,
“Did somebody forget to pay the piper?”

PS — Foolishly, I’m going with this one in the wee, small hours as midnight oil burns. 


Information Overload

Seven windows, a pop-up ad,
One soundtrack, a beep, a buzz–
Neurons firing and misfiring
In an onion ring…

Numbers, letters, pictures–
Long tones, short clicks–
Grey matter marinating
In data and information…

Too fast! Too loud!
The brain screams, “Strike!”
Words are lost,
Found words misappear,
And syllables stammer and stutter on my tongue.

Stop the world.
Silence the madness.
Still my soul.

A quiet place of peace
Purges a mind overwhelmed.
A quiet mind is a happy mind,
And my slumber swells once more.


A world spins wildly out of control

Needs for stronger, bettter, faster increase to infinity

Always trying to accumulate the latest gadgets becomes a supernova OCD existence

Craziness grows as advanced knowledge abounds

How can I possibly keep up with too much to process too fast

Real connection cannot happen when wireless devices abound

Only the plebe robots no longer know anything but silicon connection

Needs for space and privacy are crushed by outcry for (false) security

If I can’t keep up, who can?

Simple times and simple seasons seem hopelessly surrounded by exploding and subdued complexity

My sanity is preserved by simple, non-electronic things

Life to a Soft Journalist

Who am I?
Princess, poet, working girl,
Mother, wife, lover, friend…

What am I here for? What am I to be?
The answers were getting clearer
Until the mirror shattered.

I’ve never had a time for me
Although I’ve had me-centered selfish seasons.
Am I starting my life?
Am I coming into my own?

It’s been a long road.
I know where here is–
Dark, swirling, yet energizing.
I know where the start-there is–
Small, quiet, stifling.
I don’t know where the end-there is–
I know it’s eternity for sure,
But I don’t know the where of the end-there of this life.

Why am I here? Why is any of us here?
Besides the passion of our parents and the power of a Creator,
Why are we here?

How do I deal with the darkness?
How do I rest in uncertainty?
Only by walking with the Shepherd
Can any of this be laid to rest
Without answers that satisfy intellect.

The Empty Spring

I’ve been meandering down memory lane,
Seeking the people and the places
That filled my soul with love and my mind with thoughts.

The people are gone–
Some sleep in the dust,
Others are in new places and seasons.

The places are empty–
They stand silent,
The meanings are as lost as the people.

The springs that watered my soul and quenched my thirst
Have turned stagnant, brackish
Polluted by decaying detritus.

I thirst once more.

Personal Update, Spring 2016

I have been truly blessed as a mother that my twins are going to graduate with a real diploma. They have had numerous struggles from being born too early to wrestling for simple communication to dealing with teasing and bullying. BUT God gave them the grace to persevere.

As a result, I’ve planned special trips for both of them. One has recently completed. It was actually one of the most restful and productive times I’ve had as a writer. I am hoping to convince the other to go to stay at the same place with different activities because it felt so right for me.

Since life is so chaotic over the next few weeks, I’m going to dump all the pieces I’ve been working on. However, I’ll be kind and schedule them out over the same time frame. I also found some gems from others in my travels that I’ll share as well.