Having a Socratic Moment

“If a man comes to the door of poetry untouched by the madness of the Muses, believing that technique alone will make him a good poet, he and his sane compositions never reach perfection, but are utterly eclipsed by the performances of the inspired madman.”
― Socrates

Inner Child ©Lyn Crain


Snowflakes dominate this January day
A historic event challenges the city.
Mother Nature declares her way.

City officials install a ban.
Stay home, walk if you must but,
no cars except the emergency man.

Dapper snowmen appear in unusual places.
Children on sleds race down streets
where cars normally rule the spaces.

Elevated subways halt on snow covered track
The Wind blows at times so fierce,
the high water claims the land back.

The busy city now invites play
quite different than the norm
the white stuff is here to stay.

People explore the city with their feet
some even pause to converse with strangers
unlike the normal day with no time to greet.

Mother Nature and Father Time smile
the city that never rests
rediscovers the fun, it has been awhile.

Sometimes all it takes is a snowflake
to impose a change to our routines,
for our inner child to awake.

Mental Cruelty

“The scars from mental cruelty can be as deep and long-lasting as wounds from punches or slaps but are often not as obvious. In fact, even among women who have experienced violence from a partner, half or more report that the man’s emotional abuse is what is causing them the greatest harm.” ~Lundy Bancroft


Verbal abuse hurts more people than you realize and the impact lasts a lifetime.

“Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world.”
Nelson Mandela

“The world as we have created it is a process of our thinking. It cannot be changed without changing our thinking.”
Albert Einstein

Please think before you speak.


Wilted ©Lyn Crain


……plucked me

out of the field.

You encouraged me to


feigned interest.

Oh lucky me,


in a flowery shrine

If only you loved me.

Understood me.

If only I had thorns…

to prick you, hurt you

as you have me.

Instead, I wilt

… like the other cut flowers

in a vase.

Heartbreaking poetry..

I enjoyed this beautifully written poem about love ending painfully.

The Darkest Fairytale

As soon as our eyes locked
My life turned into hell,
You imprisoned me
In a self destructive cell.
How my heart longs
That we could be together,
This romance is lost
To an impossible adventure.
You gave me a heavy heart
With a broken soul,
A reckless mind
And a love you stole.
You became my weakness
Which you’ll never know,
What I actually feel for you
As I’ll never show.
Instead I’ll hide you here
As we could never be,
I’ll write you into
Heartbreaking poetry.


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“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”

― Sylvia Plath