Locked In The Mind #PTSD #haiku

Bolted inside

external signs of wear

no key to find


Tag You’re It #atozchallenge #napowrimo #photography #triolet


The words on this wall

the statement that they leave

someone watches all

the words on the wall

someone watches all

no one would believe

The words on this wall

“the aliens didn’t leave”


The eyes have it

they took my mind and all

the eyes have it

 painted me on a wall

the eyes have

no where safe within

the eyes have it

in a mind drained spin

A2Z-2013-BADGE-001Small_zps669396f9 (1)

Today the letter is “T”. Tag, Triolet,  taken (by aliens), tell tale sign of Doctor Who

This year for  A to Z challenge, I am using the Nautilus as my inspiration all month. The shell has many chambers (at least enough to fit all the letters.)  You will find poetry,  You will find some dark stuff (as I am attempting to branch into the horror genre), You will also see a smattering of short stories or prose (some with children in mind) others as lessons that we can all learn from. I look forward to  meeting you and getting to know some talented writers over this month long writing journey. Please check over at the A to Z challenge and see what they are up to; they are a fine bunch of folks.

Photograph: “Tag” L. Moon 2013 © All rights reserved

Breaking My Thoughts #art #poetry #photography

still life

Push in between the silence

The cracks amongst my mind

a deep silent listen

A secret for to find


You think that you might trap it

Well let me tell you  how

there is a hidden something

look intently – now


For in between the fissures

have slipped there in the dark

there is a world just blooming

it’s fragrant filled with art

When YOU’rE Strange … #poem

She opened the door

to the inside of his mind

unable to shut it

for a better look, inside she climbed


Strange shapes, sounds, and colors

whirling in a midnight blue

mirror reflections made her mind spin

unable to find anything to hold on to


She opened her mouth to scream

all that came out were poppies

orange, red, purple, yellow

and they were singing in old jalopies


what they were singing she couldn’t tell

then she heard Jim Morrison’s voice

talking about  people

and she knew she had no choice


but to be added to the myriad of strange people

laced together with words…

Today on One Stop Poetry we are celebrating Jim Morrison of The Doors.  Come join us and jump in to the place of STRANGE…

 Thanks to Lachlan Rogers for the photo http://www.flickr.com/photos/lachlanrogers/2876937929/

Thread to my heart (One Shot Wednesday Poetry)

Thanks to all who join us each week for quality poetry at One Shot Wednesday. We hope you enjoy this week.

The poem I wrote for today after some thought is taking a trip to several magazines instead of One Shot. This poem has been faithfully sitting gathering dust in a folder called poems.

My heart longs

to hear such words

“Don’t listen”

My mind mocks and scolds


My heart lingers

suspended in romance

My mind shifts

taking a logical stance


My heart aches

to protest and hope

My mind leers

“You don’t grasp the scope!”


The thread to my heart

what message to send?

Too much confusion

to comprehend

On My Mind

On My mind

I saw you today

you were out to play

eyes shouldn’t linger

couldn’t pull away


… on my mind


Shape and form

I must confess

unusual beauty

the urge to caress


… on my mind


Scintillating glow

captivates my sight

trapped by your shadow

living for daylight


… always on my mind


Shades of gray

Never the same

Winsome beauty

Please never change


Your shadow is always on my mind

Thank You of  the shadow HoriaVarlan


A place called nothing

There is a place called nothing

It’s void of space and time

I guarantee it’s real

Represents – frame of mind


Nothing – you might say is empty

Some might say its flat

A question lingers in the mind

Nothing- where is that?


Could nothing be a place

A place where you are not

People point and gawk

For some – it is their lot


Many say its fiction

Others say it’s fact

Sadly I have lived there

Never- wanting  to go back


Thanks to Craig Finlay for the photo

Traffic Jam on My Finger Tips

I tried to write

a poem today

there was something blocking

in the way


My mind was racing

thoughts outpacing

what I needed

to say


My fingers tried

to keep the pace

something just so

out of place


Confusion abounds

between mind and hands

What’s the problem?

there’s a jam


Need to stop

and see some peace

give my fingers

a word release


Smell the roses

Smell the coffee

just give my fingers

a little off day