The conscious mind interferes with the talent very often these days.
The joy of breathing gets lost between 'inhale and 'exhale'.
How can I just 'be' when I'm forever conscious of the fact that 'I am'?
How can I write effortlessly when I consciously frame every sentence?
A humping dog
A peeing frog
A laughing mole
Some burning coal
...and then I fell in the broth of love,
and steaming though it was;
the swim felt good. How good? Wish I could tell;
but words can't fill that pause.
'Yesterday' did dwindle when i reached 'today',
Though i thought it never would;
Will 'today' have the same fate? ,
I sit and brood;
'I wonder at the wonders of life.
A trail of faded footprints is all I can see behind me;
And ahead lies a deep ravine.
One wrong step and I'll slip;