Breathing

When anxiety bites

Or the grip of

depression looms

I stare at the moon

πŸŒ‘

Observing its surface

The subtle shades

The patterns caused by

eon old impact craters

πŸŒ‘

Mesmerised by its

dim

shimmering light

πŸŒ‘

As I contemplate

my breathing slows

calm comes over me

πŸŒ‘

For the moon’s beauty and radiance

brings tranquility

Flip Flop

Flip flop

It’s what we do

Happy or sad

Euphoric or depressed

πŸŒ‘

Flipping and flopping between one

or the other

With no in-between

πŸŒ‘

The in-between

The joyous in-between

Our nirvana

Conspiracy Theories

The Knight Templars

1307AD was their nadir

What knowledge they had

no-one has an idea

πŸŒ‘

Their immense wealth

disappeared without trace

when they were disbanded and

fell from grace

πŸŒ‘

Conspiracy theories continue

to abound

And some say the Templars are hidden

but still around

πŸŒ‘

Probably the truth will

never be known

But we will hear more conspiracy theories

with a groan

This is not a poem about Covid-19

Out there it just seems madness

With large spoons

of uncertainty and sadness

πŸŒ‘

Watching the television news

with its Covid-19 constant coverage

just feeds the uncertainty and gives us the blues

πŸŒ‘

This weird world where

the luxury that is toilet paper

cannot be obtained for love or money

Soon we will resort to newspaper

πŸŒ‘

However there is something that is bright

Consideration for others and community spirit

is starting to come alight

πŸŒ‘

From uncertainty and gloom

A seed of good can grow

With time

maybe it will bloom

Solitude

In the past I’ve had times

when my mind was out of control

I was going mad

peace was desperately sought

πŸŒ‘

Now

I still get glimpses of the madness

When peace is at arms length

Just out of reach

πŸŒ‘

My mind will not stop

The thoughts overwhelming

An avalanche

No respite in sight

πŸŒ‘

My hope

My savour

is solitude

Where a resemblance of order

πŸŒ‘

can be brought to the madness