Covid-19

I think that I am being sucked dry of my creativity. Not that there is not an abundance of ideas but they do not gel and I am so tired. The words are not there.

Covid-19. Who knew that it would change the world? Who knew it would change the way we live? Who knew?

Today for the first time in 5 weeks I was able to get a pack of toilet paper. And that is because a co-worker put aside for me. Thank goodness it is only me and Tember at home or else I would have been in trouble.

Appetite is hit and miss. I am stress drinking which I know is so unhealthy. So so unhealthy and there is no excuse other than……it is stress.

I am hoping that this week is just one of those weeks. I am hoping that as I do not have to get up in the morning no alarm set I can get my groove back.

Stay safe everyone.

🙂

Picture is my own

I Am…..

Lost in thought
dreams
slightly out of reach
gazing sightless
upon the things I wish……
time has come
let go of fairy tales
grow up
be responsible
voices crowing
deep inside
but 
whines the little girl
I do not want to let go
grow up
become boring
oh no!
Grow I did
put aside
childish fantasies
dolls a plenty
straighten the collar
romance
dead in the air…..
Time came
(with age comes wisdom
ha ha)
I realized
I knew
my dreams
more important than air
gasping
driven
starved
my creativity
reared
breaking free
from studded cell
admonishing me.
Awaken
my muse
or am I the conduit
for her? him? them?
I let fly
I let free
reign true
rule fair
I am a poet…..
I am a story teller…..
I am…..
whatever my imagination says I am.
©Feb. 20/20
Picture is my own

Crocodile Tears

‘I want that!’

‘I want it!’

Tiny fingers grabbing

idiotic ideas flying

peace is a process

ruined by a few

for so many.

Grinning like an asshole

making countries weep

alienating nations

and making oneself weak.

Raising middle fingers

double salute

telling friends to back off

snuggle close with broken regimes

a smile on one’s face.

Things will go wrong

(or right)

it depends on who one asks.

Temper tantrums will fly

petulant display

of stomping feet

wild cries

(crocodile tears)

to turn the mood back.

Wrest control now

while still able

for nothing is worse

than watching a grown man

act like he is three.

 

Photo by mwangi gatheca on Unsplash

 

She’s a little pushy

This is going to be a wee bit of a brag.

T has informed me that the time has come for me to move beyond my poetry to short stories. He would like to see me stories like his. The Adventures of Pickle. Kids book he has created.

I have been mulling over an idea or what I thought the idea was going to be. Last night I grabbed my notebook and opened up a new page in Evernote Notebook Fiction. I wrote for an hour. At times my fingers flew across the keyboard as my character began to take shape. Imagine my surprise when my main character morphed from male to female and the male lead is becoming a secondary character.

I wrote 1249 words last night.

I could have continued writing but than I would only be going to bed now. I have not written a short story since the early 2000’s. I am so excited and even now she is hovering at the edge of my conscious poking me as though saying ‘Hey Jay what are you doing? I am here, c’mon let’s get going I have so much to tell you.”

 

Thank You

I started this blog just over a year ago.
As of today Monday Feb. 27th I reached a milestone. I have 250 followers on my blog.
I want to say thank you to everyone. And I am beyond humbled that my words are being read by people I have never met. That I can entertain you.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart. đź’—đź’—

The Voices Within

***Picture via Pintrest***

With tongue laced in acid

words drip venom down my chest

held deep within your binding spell

unable to tear myself away.

You rip me apart

words laden with bile and hatred

etching everlasting the loathing

that I carry within myself.

Voices dripping with disdain

a roar within my brain

ripping and tearing

the fragile fabric of ego

causing me to crumple in pain.

I raise my head

tears fleeing down my cheeks

defiant in the face of your abuse

pummelled by your voice no more.

 

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

September 16/17

Crazy

**Picture courtesy of Pintrest

No it is what I have to do.

I am crazy here.

Acting crazy.

This is just no good.

I need to detox my brain of him.

Staring at the phone

willing it to ring…..

oh wait, it is 2017

waiting for a text.

Watching out the window

willing him by…..

that is right

dating is no more.

Staring at the door

willing it to open….

ah shit

I must have missed.

I am crazy,

insane with his touch

melancholy for his thoughts

desirous of his deeds.

No it is what I have to do.

I am crazy here.

Acting crazy.

This is just no good.

I need to detox my brain of him.

Saying good bye

tear after tear

ripping each head from view

a thousand pictures here.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

September 5/17