When I wake each morning,. I gracelessly pry my eyes open one at a time. Even the dimmest light is still too bright for me. It is always the right one first,. For no real reason,. You are uncomfortably, perfectly warm. You rub the crust from your eyes,. As do I, leaving black smudges on my fingers. As I erase what remains of yesterday.

In the middle of the night. As the rest of the family sleeps,. That steal my chance for respite,. I wear out oak planks with the weight. Of burdens at times too heavy to bear. Such troubles are all too common. As we, mothers and wives,. Reject opportunities to skirt issues. Searching for guidance from above.

Follow Eyes Words on WordPress. Follow Eyes Words via Email. Enter your email address to follow Eyes Words and receive notifications of new posts by email. Create a free website or blog at WordPress. Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Creative writing, Literature, writing, arts, short story, fiction, humor, poetry, free verse, op-ed, essay, critique. Thanks so much for stopping by my site! August 13.

Lines, Music and Art Inspirations. 8220;According to Norse mythology, in Elfland, elves and fairies would dance in a circle in the moonlight. Any one going through the forest the next day could tell where the elves had been by the rings of green grass.

If you want to be a hero well just follow me. I woke up with no memory. All alone in my bed. I stared at the mirror. A strange feeling in my head. An ant crawled up to me. You must be The Giant Ant. She led me to her home. Too small for me to fit in. She gave me a potion. To help me slip in. I drank it all at once. I remained a giant ant.

Inside the Mind of Davy D. Middot; January 12, 2017. Are You a Poet? .

From tiny beginnings to oceans I discovered the world in words. Home 7 days into 2017. The clarity of our minds. Cherish the closeness of home. It knows who you are. Full of hopes and promises-.

Poetry, free verse, haiku, senryu, photography, books, art, philosophy , nature. Looking for harvest gold rainbows. Reflections in gurgling brooks, streams. Trees preparing to bare their soul. Cascading leaves russet, brown fold. To lay down a carpet of gold. A nip in the air warmness stole. Nature hibernates as I stroll. An old favourite of mine.