the night shift beckons
owl toiling, while skylark sleeps;
unnatural life



The Door

there’s a door
I almost stepped through
a few years ago
almost closed
between the here and now
and the never more
I chose
at the last
to turn back
leave it for
another day
another time
that open door

For ~ Poets United Midweek Motif ~ The Door



I saw a plane flying overhead
against a blue background
framed in pine
at the head of a white vapour trail
a manufactured comet
streaking across the heavens
no sound
too high
it took less than a minute
to cross diagonally
south east to north west
now there’s just
a pale blue canvas
waiting to be painted
with a bird
a storm
a sunset
or another plane
destination unknown

Poets United Poetry Pantry #335