small stones – February 24, 2016

art credit: Contemplation by Maurice Fillonneau

Precious memories arise
leave me longing
for those days wrapped
in poetry and prose
living my dream

and then the tragic memories
float by, depression
and pain, a mind void
of the chattering of muses
no poetry or prose flows

And as I sit here
I am reminded of how quickly
a life can journey
from health to sickness
to health and dreams once more

Day 8 – small stones

Hours spent sleeping —

black fur curled into the kink of my arm

protecting his momma from dream demons

as fever-inspired dreams take shape and transform