A series of thoughts

Confrontation always brings out my muse. For good or bad, it's a statement of what is going on in my head. And it needs to come out.

Listening to my Inner Voice

No one is listening
as 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