Finding Each Other- Michael Erickson

Our minds wistfully feasting on the past.

Alone on a crowded street, we stood.

Minds downcast and eyes clouded.

But between a dozen strange and empty faces my eyes found yours.

A light sparked from your skin and ignited my own.

Aquatinted we were at an awkward stage.

But I embraced you as one starved of human connection.

And you gave yourself wholly to the fire now kindled within our hearts.


Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.

Mirror, Mirror- Michael Erickson

Photo by Michael Erickson

Look me in the eye,

Yes, you’re own eyes.

Consider your face,

With its flaws and blemishes.

Hold up those hands,

Each one a mechanism of change.

Look beyond the mortality,

What do you see?

An empty space?

A closed door?

I see a filled room,

An open passageway.

A brilliant soul.


Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.

Rise- Michael Erickson

Cloaked in the future,

I stand and wait.

A sea of azure above my peak.

Such lofty heights do I stand,

Patiently waiting for you.

Take those first steps,

Beyond boundaries of fear.

Leap over the gaping worry,

Fly across the crippling doubt.

Rise above it all,

And stand from these heights.

As conquerors do we exist,

For we were made to succeed.


Guest Barista Michael Erickson- Life Contained

 

Photo by Michael Erickson

 

 

 

I exist in a galleria of stone.

Broken pieces place side by side,

Jagged edges meeting smooth lines.

There between a maze of solidified enigmas I pushed through,

A living, breathing being.

-M. E.

 

 


Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.

Guest Barista Michael Erickson- Frozen Thoughts

 

Photo by Michael Erickson

 

Winter has left its feathered kiss,

Here between the frozen earth and azure sky.

As my body tilts with the earth away from the sun,

I feel the coldness of space press upon my existence.

I am but a mite in the grand web of life,

But rarely do I stop to consider it.

With footfalls of crunching snow,

My lungs draw in a freezing breath.

A part of this frozen world.

-M.E. InkOwl


Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.