© David Moorhead

Valentine’s Lover

There’s no one here to clown with
except on my computer.
But that’s no fun ‘cause no one can come
through the screen to be my lover.

I have a valentine’s card
some chocolate to share
freshly brewed coffee
ready to pour –

Oh, now, please excuse me.
Valentine has just knocked on my door!

Clowns on the Shelf

They’re sitting shelf upon shelf in my den
staring at me
glaring at me
smilingly getting my attention.

They don’t move a muscle
haven’t served coffee
yet I keep them dusted
so they can show me happy.

Some dressed in silks, rayons, cottons
some are French, Mexican, or maybe American
tall, short, animated by springs and music
some brass plated, or porcelain, or just plain cushy.

I must have been a clown magnet
but don’t send me another,
just now one has come from behind
and tapped me on the shoulder.

Ticking Solace

I ask myself what is really important to remember; what truly drives me – ethics and manners, they guard me from nightmarish slumber.

Solace is chosen to restore composure of sentient powers and sensible savvy. An instant of awareness properly considered will reveal a service as beauty.

It’s not about feeling upset with greed nor persons who play out those roles; it’s not about citizens whose old freedom deposed, instead awake for each other’s console.

It is all about how I treat another; ethics and integrity esteem one’s essence. Do to others as I would want them to do partners a muse of profound acceptance of how another may respond to my choice.

That solace from the heart – one’s rhythmical ticker must become the ultimate designated driver.

Our constant curiosity is key
to watching what's being created.  ~ DM