Poem: Fool

0: Fool

As long as I wore the glamour
I could fool myself
that I would never fall.

The daydreamer's mantle
protects one from being taken seriously,
you know?

Some day, not long,
it grows heavy with the weight
of misunderstanding.

The fall is inevitable,
it is only the manner of landing
which is in question.

From Showing My Hand

~ Autumn Equinox 2017

Story Charmer

In the back of my mind, through the forest of thoughts, I catch glimpses of the story. Its shy, but longing to be shared, and though I can't quite make out its shape occasionally, just for a moment, I catch sight of its colour.

Warm markings full of depth and glowing orange-red flash between the deep green leaves, like a goldfish in the ocean, dark and murky.

The story sneaks closer and I sit patiently, my pen flying across the paper while every other part of me is still. Waiting. Waiting for the story to lay itself down in the movement of ink, the flow of words across the crisp paper transforming potential into reality.