Athene Nephthys' Poetry Page
Thoughtflow
Candlelight
flickering thoughts rapid
flowing across landscape of mind
Fleeting flitting disjointed yet connected
not making sense to the rational part
I must go to bed but no I'm too absorbed
in the flow of pen on paper
I want to write letters to my mother
but I can't
Cats wander music pauses
I wait for the next song and then I
change my mind I don't want to hear this
But what do I want to hear?
I need to get up early get things done
but unconsciously I rebel
against my own rules my own limitations
knowing I need to break my mold
again and again and again
I try to follow the right
but the backwards out of the way
overgrown unused path cries out
not to be ignored.
Why won't my superego just RELAX
and let my id find it's own way!
Morning
I am allowed
to sit here
looking just-awakened.
The wildness of unwashed hair
smell of coffee
permeating unwoken brain.
Listening to my music
allowing the sunlight
of late morning
to invade the room
while I let the morning
invade me with excitement.
Storm Coming
Sky turns grey, heavy
like night falling.
Wind picks up;
suddenly still
a hush falls.
Everything waiting
fast moving wisps
of clouds
skating across skies
pushed ahead
of the rain.
Waiting for that sound,
the FEEL that only
comes with thunder,
but it doesn't.
Drops lightly patter
the roof slick & wet
but still no storm.
The rain comes faster
then it starts to pour
but soon it lets up.
A corner of the sky
becomes pale straw
then slowly pink
combining with grey-blue.
It looks mottled,
a piece of tye-died silk
stretching away
from view.
And the disappointment
of no lightning flash
no thunder growls
sinks in to my heart.
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