I stopped wanting to feel what I’ve once felt in the past

The gurgling in my loins has calmed at last

A steady stream now runs in its place

But a series of rocks continue to impede its pace


Hardening walls are building within

Tightening the space where the birds could sing

They flap their wings with intense fury

And peck on the walls, bleeding before a passive jury


Viscous fluids reach their solid form with age

Growing rougher and drier at that stage

A softness in the past they did pocess

A harshness in the present controls the mess




Ringing Bells

In response to Creativity Carnival: The Bell

The Bell

There are bells ringing in my head

Every day when I leave my bed

They are loud and they are strong

Ringing Ding-Dong,Ding-Dong

I take a step with every ring

To watch the window birds sing

They chirp a cheerful melody

I hum along happily

They brighten my morning everyday

Until they finally fly away

The bells are tuned to their song

Because they never stopped ringing all along