Friends of sort
Sharing
Ideas
A dream
Or two
Maybe even
Three
Laughter tears
From yesterday
And today
Food to share
Places to go
Books to Read
Games to play
Nothing like having
A friend
To share
A thing
Or two

Words that go
Flooding through
My weary body
Creating storms
In my restless mind causing me to toss and turn

Till the crack
Of Dawn
Hoping for words
To cast a spell
Into the light
Of a new day

Letters when combined
Can make words that come alive
Dance upon paper

Here I sit
Pen in hand
Paper stacked high
In mountains
Waiting to be tossed
Until the next mound
Of broken thoughts
Appear
What happens next
Depends upon the
Arrival of empty
Thoughts
Made Full

Couldn't get on
Long time coming
Poems scattered
Lost forever
In the ashes
Of my heart
Where my poetic
Muses
Lay scattered
Round the world
I'm back
Hopefully to stay
Lest the technology
Of time
Destroys me
Once again
Hello poets

The smell of cinnamon
Drifting up the stairs
Knew St.Pats arrived
Loaves of bread for the sisters from each sibling
Aromatic bread ready to be eaten.
Church came first with temptation in the pew. Were thoughts on bread or the priest.
Oh to be a sister for the day.

What am I saying. A slice of green bread and green milk await my trip home.

Lost my page
Lost my words
Pen can't write
Thoughts won't come
Emptiness takes over
Goes deeper then this
Clear the mind
Start again
Once was lost
But now I'm found.