WRITINGS FOR MARCH

The following poem represents an epileptic seizure told in the language of EEG

~~~~^^^colors and lightening^^^~~~~
~~~~^^^and feeling of frightening^^^~~~~
^^~~~^^^and noises and static^^^~~~^^
^^^~~~~^^^my focus erratic^^^~~~~^^^

~~~~VVV^^quickening, deafening^^VVV~~~~
VVV~~~^^storming, advancing^^~~~VVV
~~~^^^blazes of white^^^~~~
^^^~~~~undesired, but entrancing~~~~^^^

~~~^^^^closing the window^^^^~~~
^^^~~~~it's trapped in my brain~~~~^^^
~~~~^^^and I am trapped, too^^^~~~~
^^^^~~~till the storm starts to wane~~~^^^^

~~~~^^^when the colors and lights^^^~~~~
^^^^~~~fade away....fade away~~~^^^^
~~~~^^^the window will open^^^~~~~
^^^^~~~and I can go play~~~^^^^
"Looking Out The Window"

Michael Pealow..."Meandering Michael"
dedicated to his daughter, Jade
The poem was inspired by an image posted on the March 12
"Every Photo Tells A Story"


Photo by Caroline "Flying"
The Zen in You
NoWordz

On February 26, this was my entry to Every Photo Tells A Story .

I watch the children go flying by,
A silent tear moistening my eye

I think of joys in times gone past,
Of youthful glee and greener grass

It seems just yesterday, I was flying too.
A kid in the clouds, the world brand new

But the years go by, and I grow old
That world, once warm, now grows cold

Don't get me wrong, with joy I rhyme
I only wish I had more time

James Parker

In the eyes of a child you will learn how to see,
That your world's spinning round,
And through life you will be,
A small part of the hope of the love that exists.
In the eyes of a child you will see

The Moody Blues


My Daddy gave me a song a few years back from an album called "the View From the Hill' by Justin Hayward..."Billy". About a teen who lost his way and his story ends in tragedy...like some recent news headlines. It is so sad, but so true.

"It's a sad world, when there's no one,
who can reach out,
to the source of your pain"

Justin Hayward
submitted by Tish