Whimsy

It starts

a word

a phrase

a picture seen

creation begins.

I sit

placing fingers to keys

they dance

music flowing

without any thought.

Words spew forth

cresting the page

rage

truth

love

happiness

pictures in the sky.

Possibilities……

dreams

fantasies

dance through my mind.

Never do I know though

where my story will take me.

Photo by Stanley Dai on Unsplash

Dark Night

We stand upon a precipice
of time
which seems to be in reverse
not moving forward.
Dictators are the new regime
eschewing allies
clasping hands
with any who add to the coffer.
No longer can we neglect
concerns
worries
rage
that reside in those with heart.
Squabble no more
we must unite
or time will fall backwards
into the dark night.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
June 22/18