Current mood: 
content
Overcast
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 29 August 2009)
The overcast in life is free
It brings you joy eventually
If you can wait
Patiently
It’s neither here nor there
Your wanting spree
Dispersed among that qualifier
Learning
And your answers will come
With certainty
Either forcefully or in stillness
Listening
© Martin Eden
Current mood:Recovering! <|;^))
At Oneness
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 11 August 2009)
At oneness
The rain having fallen
The sun alive
The shadows, the textures
Everything playing a role
A drop of rain on my thumb
A variety of birdsong
The crow’s flypast hello
My whistled response
A belief in myself
© Martin Eden
Current mood: content
Pithy Sayingz-Quotez 014
(Practical Psychology written by Martin Eden on 6 & 9 August 2009)
I
“Well, you’ll have what you tell yourself you’re going to have.”
II
“A painter couldn’t paint as well as nature paints.”
© Martin Eden
Current mood: content
Reminiscent Trek
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 23July2009)
There was a bussle as I turned into the street
People, cars
Where I once lived
Up from the corner
My friend’s house
He seemed not at home
Next door, the source
A new two storey restaurant
Filled to the brim
With people
In and from a leafy suburb
Unusual
Then my friend in a car
As I spoke with him
I saw my other friend in the background
A very small spiral staircase was the entrance
To this new, bursting-at-the-seams, venue
The owners had done their research
Some kind of lowering slide
In case of fire
Then there was my background friend’s ‘X’
She looked great, slim figured as ever
Viewed from that very single way
All in all, a very mysterious experience
Coming off a heavy, long night out
On a sunny, warm morning
While on a reminiscent trek
© Martin Eden
Current mood: content
Merlin The Cat
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 16July2009)
Merlin needs to feel secure
To feel safe in order to relax
With words of reassurance
He chooses in or out
Today, mid-winter
He settles by the heater
Momentarily alarmed by some workers next door
He resettles by my physically checking all is well
He ate a little food earlier
As he’d not eaten since early morning
And it was by then midday
Now he’s nestled by the heater
In that self-contented way
… And the strange thing is that I now feel the same
© Martin Eden