Mental Barricade

When thoughts refuse to come

And the heavens overhead rages on,

A little note reaches these ears.


Pushing ideas forward through the fog,

Driving sound brightens an outlook

Darkened by the system outside.


Like conception between two lovers,

Music and written creativity break

Through this mental barricade. 

Percolating pond silk smooth

And slowly disappearing,

Reflect a grass spear

Touching you surface.


Soft ripples expanding across

An ever shrinking expanse,

Echoes of those riding

The contracting waters.


Overhead dragonfly with a

Frame by frame remembrance,

Long gone in a flash

As levels diminish.


A last slurp from the ground

To erase the final drops,

And a pair of leaves

Wave their thanks.   

Percolating pon…