May 15, 2020
Photo by Stephen Borkowski

Poems by Mark S. Peel


Anxiously, up the stairs
into the room of sudden thoughts,
the dog lies sleeping on the bed,
the world news barks throughout the first floor. Thus is the habit, let the words flow. 


Bless the coffee that charges
the body, that energizes the will
to persist with purpose and effort. Protected from the mid-day sun
the mind is awash in images, similes
and metaphors that converge
with good thoughts that beg to be versed. 


A silence intrudes to allow the soul where it must be led. Nourish the necessary, entertain the nucleus, then early to bed. Morning arrives all too soon. 

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