I may have stumbled on my magic carrot

When I was 4 or 5 yo My Mom had a magic carrot we would rub when we needed something. Never asking the impossible wishes or too much.. because that would be taking the away from the other carrot users. Sometimes we can feel we don’t deserve anything from anyone and then I remembered the magic carrot… I’ll be busy for the next couple of weeks I’ll be working and if goes well…the wishing well that is and I’ll share what my carrot came up with.



Catching the morning sun through the dust
I cried from inside of my inkwell
Hoping for the day she would have some trust
Sliding down again cursing her hell

When your muse feels ignored and alone
She picks up the pen to help me out
Don’t be surprised when she won’t throw a bone
No matter how much you whine and shout

Finally I get out of my inkwell
Walking to my muse I start to sweat
Your tactics will never compel
And I guess I’ll always be in you debt

© 2016 Michael Yost 01/19


Step into your new image that you created
You’re not set in stone or some higher fate
Don’t twist and turn at each other’s debate
Rely on the new you and not hesitate

You lift with the winds going up and around
Fearless and searching the wide open ground
Spotting the plunder you angle your glide down
They didn’t have a prayer or heard a sound

Character requires some decision
The picture you paint should have precision
To accomplish whatever you envisioned
And ensure you provide enough provisions

2011©Michael Yost 11/08
Revision 2016/1/08





The holidaze are over

Clawing my out of the inkwell… See you soon


Water Coloring Artist

Who’s selling her water coloring’s for 25 dollars??? Lost my notes.. I’m looking to purchase

Tasting Music

We met last month at a U2 concert
Then three shy dates introverting
Both codependants fear of being hurt
Hopes that the other would assert

Their taste in music opened new hope
In unique and sealed envelopes
Invitations stopped plans to elope
Dad watches them through his telescope

Her backyard swings gave hours of pleasure
With limits placed by Dad for leisure
What he’s losing is his own treasure
Hardening her heart with no measure

© 2015 Michael Yost 12/15

The world will turn on it’s axis.

My world during this season takes me to the depth of my soul with depression. My depression has a wide net and it can take those closes around me into my pit. I’ll be back after the holidaze. Peace and happiness to all.