Nothing new

lonely road
wandered for miles
sunlight winking
through tousled lanes
Saw nothing
wondrous
or breathtaking
Same ol' mountains
trees
green fields
shivering, sighing in the breeze
Same tiny birds
flowers
people
clattering, clawing, cutting their way
But,
nothing new
Growing weary
unhappy
at ocean's edge
squinting,
glinting
thinking...
perhaps
delights await,
the other side
It stood
still
thrilled
in rapturous thought
At long. last
something new
had happened

Waiting

I can't make anything
when you stand there
staring at me
waiting
for me to fail

Such condescension
make it over
quick!

I know you need this victory.
It's ok.
I can wait too.
For you to succeed.

My muse

Oh my muse, my muse
You are so terribly tied to a ruse
that it matters what you think
that anyone cares

You are but a tiny droplet
without a will nor a way
your force is known
not even to you

What delights may you bring
to the world?
Does it matter?

You are here.
Alive.
You are loved.
And deeply cherished.

Don't go.
Stay.