Jigsaw, …

You know how it is,

the World closes in

you can’t explain

or even begin

to define the feeling,

why even try?

Nothing is said

as the days flit by.

‘Til suddenly things fall into place   

a jigsaw moment, perfect fit,

perfect space.

Penn…2023

The Plan, …

“Come in, sit down, let’s talk over your plan”

So I sat, listened to the strange little man.
He seemed unfazed by my frowning face

his cheesy grin fixed, glued in place.
My Plan was effective, surely no doubt.

The Plan? 

For me to know & you

to

never

find out.

Penn…2023

Pause …

That moment in Time,

between sleeping ‘n waking,

when the mind is held

no thoughts forsaking

who or what we are today.

We’re in stasis,

we’re nothing

but a heartbeat in sway.

Penn…2023

Untitled…

Untitled this poem, 
unknowing the theme,
of what do I write, 
of what do I dream?
Nightmares ensue, as  
my brain knows best
what subject to chose,
thus disturb my rest.
Sending deep fears
designed to scare.
Untitled this poem? 
My brain has no care.  
Penn©2023