Blank and white
ghostly eyes staring into mine
waiting
questioning
every moment inching towards the fire
as pressure grows
on sweating brows
awaiting that drop
red hot and blue
the beginning
of a great evolving tale
a masterpiece
in the making
was indeed still in the making
Blank and white
ghostly eyes staring into mine
judging
silently musing
just another day in the mire
my breath rasps
as the eye gasps
expecting a piece
soft, tender, yet strong
the fruits
of a lifelong struggle
an achievement
much deserved
remains a dream, reality evading
Blank and white
ghostly eyes staring into mine
blinking
minutes passing
falsely assuring in case I tire
for darkness looms
deadline approaches
a story due for tomorrow
real, gripping, and witty
one off solution
to demeaning poverty
yet endures writer, procrastinating
Category: Unplugged
Drink up
old, wise, grumpy
and swimming
heels over head
in tears of past,
consciousness
in a costly drink
Image credit: https://unsplash.com/@mero_dnt
Stolen forever
a depth of fresh air
from soul to the sky above
steals away the blues
Watch and learn
even dark is light
life—it’s a balancing act
as taught by nature
Applause
show’s over
take a bow
well done, autumn
Photo: By Lake Ginninderra, Canberra
P.S: I might have developed a certain obsession for the lake.
