In Silent Night Of Christmas

20 Dec 2020 Leave a comment

by Deborah Horton in December 2020, Write In The Flow Tags: , , , , ,


By Robin McNamara

The silent night crisped the air
With white stillness. 
Although; this Christmas can’t 
compare to ones gone before.
The fire awaits and the lights 
Are on neighboring houses,
Windows smiling with light.
We tell the story of a Bethlehem 
Journey, that we need now
More than ever before.
Silent Night fills the air,
The holidays seem to be the 
Only thing we can embrace, 
In a time of gloves and masks 
And uncertainty of family gatherings. 
This Christmas will not compare 
To ones to come and ones gone.

Shooting Stars

13 Dec 2020 Leave a comment

by Deborah Horton in December 2020, poetry Tags: , , , , , , ,


Photo by Austin Schmid on Unsplash


So briefly we shine

streaking through this life

bright lights

here and gone

Rushing into and out of

lives of others

some see us

some do not

For some our light

lives on

in their hearts

pieces of our matter remains

For others

they never know

that we were even

here

Each of us

bright shining stars

burning hot moving fast

beautiful

Not Alone

06 Dec 2020 Leave a comment

by Deborah Horton in December 2020, poetry Tags: , , , , , , ,


Photo by Christopher Beloch on Unsplash

In a world of no margin

we can feel very alone

struggling against the world

ever increasingly stressful

But what if I told you

that a single word or deed

of kindness towards another

could mean survival

So many are on the precipice

of giving up hope

giving up their lives

giving in to sadness and grief

Loss of normalcy

isolation

death of life

as they knew it

One word one deed

of true kindness to another

just to show

they are not alone

Creating Gratitude

29 Nov 2020 2 Comments

by Deborah Horton in November 2020, poetry Tags: , , , , , , ,


Photo by Guillaume de Germain on Unsplash

Words of thanks

written, spoken, thought

for things big for things small

creating gratitude for them all

Filling your mind

with thankful things

creating a universe

that receives and then gives

Continually creating

with thankful hearts

karma of gratitude

returning greater

Breathe out gratitude

breathe in blessings

expand your universe

creating gratitude

Read my blog this week entitled Creating A Universe Of Gratitude

Falling Back

01 Nov 2020 Leave a comment

by Deborah Horton in November 2020, poetry Tags: , , , , , ,


Photo by Steve Philpott on Unsplash

Time is always moving forward

except when it doesn’t

one night falling back

magic to erase one hour

Like Cinderella after the ball

carriage becomes a pumpkin

magic slowly slips away

back to something darker

When time moves again forward

still darkness comes all the earlier

as if losing sight of the sun

enveloped in the gloom

Falling back

moments unrecoverable

what did we miss

in the backward ticks

Ghosts of the Night

25 Oct 2020 Leave a comment

by Deborah Horton in October 2020, Write In The Flow Tags: , , , , , , ,


Photo by Tony Detroit on Unsplash

Author – Robin McNamara

Will your ghosts rest tonight 
As you sleep?
last minute of the clock
Strikes midnight

To take you into another day
Another moment
Another chance—
The cards have fated you.

Remains of the day
Scattered like sand across 
Your eyes, which you will open
In the morning and rub away
The ghosts of the night.

Hunted

25 Oct 2020 Leave a comment

by Deborah Horton in October 2020, poetry Tags: , , , , , , , ,


Hunter’s moon

haunted soon

moon in blue

coming for you

Hunted by night

prey in sight

predator rising slow

searching down below

Blood moon haunts

mercurial taunts

no escape for you

hunter’s moon in blue

An hour lost

time is the cost

outrun by none

except the rising sun

Frustration

18 Oct 2020 Leave a comment

by Deborah Horton in October 2020, poetry Tags: , , , , , , , ,


Photo by Andre Hunter on Unsplash

Like sandpaper
everything feels rough
little bits being shaved off
under constant frustration

Grating changes
lack of control
nothing is normal
feeling untethered

Constant exposure
whether we know it
or not
to possible infection

Affecting home
work school
relationships
entire lives

Everyday more
grating and grinding
pushing towards explosions
repetitive frustration

Me, Myself, and I

11 Oct 2020 2 Comments

by Deborah Horton in October 2020, Write In The Flow Tags: , , , ,


By Robin McNamara

Photo by Cole Wyland on Unsplash

By Robin McNamara

Me, Myself and I,
Walked past the wintered 
Tree

In the park with it’s departed
Leaves.

Myself though about I
And what to do with Me.

My heart, like the leaves
Fallen in decay.

I was within Myself,
All alone in the park, 
With just Me.

It’s Quite Mental Really

11 Oct 2020 Leave a comment

by Deborah Horton in October 2020, Write In The Flow Tags: , , , , , , ,


By Robin McNamara

Photo by hesam jr on Unsplash

By Robin McNamara

Like a depressed version of 
Rodan’s Sculpture, the Thinker-

I’m hunched up with an unfolding 
Mind. Out escaped everything. 

Fears, anxiety and phobias, 
All scattered everywhere. 

I almost tripped over my
Arachnophobia in haste to

Escape my coulrophobhia.
It’s no joke really-

That… film, I can’t watch IT.
And that song 99 Red Balloons? 

Definitely can’t listen to that.
I tried to take a walk but-

My Agoraphobia said,
“I’m back bitch.”

So the black dog started 
To whine incessantly,

Inside my head.
And yep, you’ve guessed it-

My phobia: cynophobia did
Not help matters at all.

Now I’ve gone barking mad.

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