Fridays Foolish Frights

Contentment

Contentment,

(Rarely obtained and never sustained)

Is ticking along

Oblivious to the monotony

That one is party to.

Listen

Yes, I have something to say;

Important.

But until I can shape the form,

Mouth the thoughts

I shall remain silent

Or just talk aimlessly instead –

Went shopping today.

Met John.

He had nothing to say either;

Just like the shop assistant, the bus driver,

The cashier at the bank and the park keeper.

So I went home, made myself a cup of tea,

And tried to cheer myself up with an iced bun,

But winced.

Made an appointment for the dentist,

More fillings I think;

Then I sat down again and thought;

Tried to shape the words,

Form the feelings.

Still nothing much to say;

But I’d like someone to listen,

To hear my silence.

Choices

The decision 

That placed thought

And settled doubt

Led to foreign choices 

All of a thought ago

Entangled options entwine

To weave their intricate tapestry;

Behind all futures spread

Trails of precarious thread.