AWARE

I’m aware

Of some thing

Some body

Some one

Watching me

In sleep

And the Spirit

Moves me

To rise

And share

For there’s not a moment

To spare

The clock never

Stops ticking

The Spirit never sleeps

tom tenbrunsel

I speak poetry

Author’s Note:

I know nether when, if, or whether

I can write without the Spirit of Inspiration.

It’s why I pop up in dark night

Or rainy afternoon and write

Spontaneity is essential to the poet

Hours turn to minutes

Ideas flash in seconds

I simply cannot write a poem

if I must, if I must

Poems are spontaneous by nature

But get up! Git up

You sleepyhead go

Grab pen and go

Serendipity is in play

Write! Right?

Tho I oft’ know not from whence the words flow😳

tom tenbrunsel

Poet Laureate of serendipity

Author’s Notes: Write! Write everyday. Write something, anything. Just write. It’s therapeutic at best. Right?

Holy Crap! It just dawned on me. My 25 poems following this are absolutely creative winners! Every one. If one takes the time to savor the mood and circumstance of each. Wisdom sprinkled with staccato, artistic shape and form and subtle humor and anoccasional missspled word. The topics dare broached are broad. Love, Life (and imminent death) intertwined, combined to wake the soul and shake one’s perceived foundation.