An early morning July fogSuffocating my surroundings in obscurityMy way is unclear. Chapters closing ceaselesslyAnd predictability lies in the constancyOf more confusion. I clench my teethAnd claw relentlessly at my scalpIt hurts. It hurts. My heart is tiredRefugees are not the only displacedWhere indeed, is home? What is life?A frantic rush to find a pathYetContinue reading “July Fog”
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Catnap
It’s a little kittyChilling on my lap;She’s becoming quite contentAnd might just take a nap. Her eyes are dropping slowly shutThe house lies in repose,For Bubba has gone off to schoolAnd Sis is still a-doze. The beauty in the solitudeWith Kitty all curled round,Her paw is covering her eyesMoment with peace-filled sound.
Overwhelmia
With Coffee Cup I sit alone;I should go clean,But Tired’s grown.Child’s awakeResisting Nap,Where’s EnergyUpon the Map?And then tonightI’ll snuggle inWith OverwhelmUnder my chin;Peace slips awayAnd Balance strays-They leave my heartA Basket Case.To be AliveFind me a Way.For after All;All is Okay. Note: *This poetry borrows an idea from the writings of A.A. Milne, author of WinnieContinue reading “Overwhelmia”
Illusion
You’re living for the sunshine For passion and young love But you can’t hear the thunder Menacing above. You can’t see the sky Darkening tonight For in your rosy world Everything is light. Throw all heed away As long as it feels good, Never mind advice It’s just a bunch of “shoulds.” The world isContinue reading “Illusion”
Lament During Tax Season
‘Tis time to give to Uncle Sam The gold he did not earn, Why this seems a proper thing I have yet to learn. It wearies me, to work so hard Then pay the government, An age old curse of working man And this is my lament: O taxes faithful, go away Leave me nowContinue reading “Lament During Tax Season”
Small-town Spring
Outside the Potter’s shop they growThese trusty DaffodilsAnd clusters on the banks of MainStrong in springtime chills The Primrose Cousins, short yet sweetThey’re huddled in a garden neatWhile Colt’s Foot Flower children playBeside the ditch in scattered ways There stands Sir Purple Crocus CupThe grass grows quickly greenRobin bathes in Parking LotPuddle makes him splashyContinue reading “Small-town Spring”
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