running on empty (Prose)

A breeze snake weaves
between leafy branches
I sit despondent
~ flies buzz
leaves rustle against pavers

other worlds are cold iced
sun that lightens a dreary day
does not this time
~ birds sing, dogs in distance bark

tired of sympathy calling
jaded as the dry weeds in garden bed
calling to be plucked
I have no strength

pieces taken from me ~ bit by bit
I am not whole but crumbling
foundations breaking
spread to thin like
butter across a slice of bread

©jmtacken Jan 2014

I must apologise for not catching up on those I follow, reading and commenting. I am trying, but if I miss out on some of your posts, I hope you will understand.
I am slightly drained of late, hopefully soon I will return. For now, I need to write
to get out what is in my head.

Ode to the Poets I have met – yes that means YOU

Words to the
left of me
words to the


beneath, behind in front of
everywhere in sight

Prompts or ‘check this out guys’
challenges or nay
words will not escape this head
in the night or in the day

Never had this urge before
quite like I have now
word upon word they follow me
don’t know why or even how

Notepad, pen I carry
in case a word does strike
sentences, paragraphs resonate
another line will come tonight

I should be tending to my chores
but no no no they wait
dust collecting on the floors
so much is on my plate

So serve me up instead I ask
a dinner full of talent
let my words inside me grow
to a poetical savant

I’ve met so many ‘artists’
I’m in awe of how they write
words bounce off in minutes
do they suffer sleepless nights?

or does this ‘stuff’ come easy
they just feel and then they soar
whilst me I’m still just learning
and I crave the need for more

No there won’t be any fortunes made
with words I scroll on here
I do it for myself, this quest
so let me make that clear

What have you Poets done to me??
I started this to ‘ramble’
words more words and poetry
my life, is now
Word Scrambled

Dedicated to these brilliant people who have turned me into a complete mental case lover of words and their meaning and in no particular order:-


Susan L Daniels

Stephen Kellogg’s Blog

A Prayer Like Gravity





knocked over by a feather




Blue Girl Poems

Another Wandering Soul

If I have left anyone out, I humbly apologise – kick my butt and tell me and of course you will be listed.

2 additions – my butt was indiscreetly kicked 🙂