Agony Of Love Series, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

Coffee at 5pm



Her head is pounding.
The Agony she feels
Leaves her depleted.
This isn’t what she expected.
But then again she was foolish
To think it could have gone
Any other way.

Coffee at 5pm
Is probably a bad idea,
But then again,
Looks like she won’t
Get much sleep tonight.

Her memories of Nina
Are somewhat sacred.
She shared some of them
With Jack over the years,
But she often wondered
If he was really comfortable
With the knowledge
That she could see the ghosts
Of those who’ve passed on.

She emerged from their bedroom
To find Jack dozing on the sofa.
He looked exhausted with worry.
She felt a bit of guilt
For staying locked away so long,
But she had been down this road
With him before.

She wonders now
If a life with him
Will be the right path for her.
It was time to hash this out
Once and for all.

She walked pass him
To the kitchen.
A fresh pot of coffee
Was imperative!
Within a few minutes
The percolating sounds
And the heavenly aroma filled the air.
She stood at the kitchen window
Lost in thought
As she gazed out to the pond.


Will you please talk to me?
No matter how bad things get
We always talk.
Can we please discuss this?

Yes,  it’s time.
But first I need some coffee…


[ This is Part 16 of a series entitled “Agony of Love”. Stay tuned for Part 17. See previous installments here.]

Image source: Google images
Contents written: October 6 2016
Originally published: October 6 2016
Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises

Poetry, Uncategorized




In the olden days
We had four distinct seasons
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall.
But of late, it seems
Our seasons no longer
Slide gracefully one into the next,
Instead they seem to be
Slowly merging into just two,
Winter and Summer.

As my confused body
Tries to make sense
Of these confounded shenanigans,
I find myself grazing profusely,
And quite unusually,
As though I were
Preparing for hibernation.

Why else would I be
So darn hungry all the time?
So don’t be surprised
If you don’t hear from me
For a few months.
It would be because
I’ve crawled into my cave
In anticipation of
A very long winter ahead.


Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: October 6 2016
Originally published: October 6 2016
Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises