Listening to my Inner Voice
No one is listeningas I scream
inside my head.
There is a space
opening a door,
ushering me into
a new room,
full of questions,
full of answers;
now to match them up
and leave no
stones unturned,
no worries unanswered.
White is black.
and grey is unexpected.
© Catherine Woods 2017
Unreasonable Blindness
Blindness of people seeing only their
reality. A freshly mowed lawn, a warm sunny day,
children playing in the park.
Not witnessing the real reality of hundreds
of innocents dying because
they are black or Muslim
because hurricanes destroyed their homes
because someone feels threatened by their mere existence.
Only if and when their reality is affected
do they notice that somewhere has changed
in their neighbourhood or their home
or their own family
or their own child.
Only then do they scream.
But by then it's too late to fix their reality and
they are lost.
© Catherine Woods 2017
Serious Moonlight
Where do I start the tale?
With old words from before
Or new words recently put down to paper?
To bare myself for others to read aloud
Or to continue to hide among the masses?
To stop the muse, to shut her out completely?
NO! It is time to shout
To open my mouth and utter phrases, to cast them
Into the air and onto the page
To speak, perhaps to cry,
To shout and break all windows keeping me inside.
So I begin …
Once upon a time
A lovely, lonely little child was born to parents
Who didn’t understand and tried to hide her talents in the mundane.
She fell asleep and drifted on for years and years
Except for staccato breaths of creativity
Until she realized that
Words have power
Ideas have merit
And time passes by without
Happiness
Unless you grab the moon and fly.
© Catherine Woods 2016
