Dumped upon
and buried
under months
of icy glances,
beneath the layers
I’m frozen
solid as winter dirt.
Somehow I must
find the warmth
I need
to release
my hold on bitterness,
so I can freely grasp
the sunny daffodils,
who always know
when it’s time
to rise.
Softly woven
in discarded
string and grass,
he hides
his hungry babies,
and I hear him
chattering angrily
through the glass,
yet I have no time,
no stale bread
to toss his way.
My thoughts
are tied
to her clinic,
those time gorging
IV drips,
and no amount
of banging
my head
against the glass
can coax cancer
from her veins
and hand her
that small cracker,
that extra day,
that God refused
to give.
I told her
seeing tomorrow
IS the goal
but then I knew
my comment
trite
and foolish
like a resounding escalator
whirling without a single
willing rider like us
so bravely taking our next step
bogging spatted feet
until we reach the top
only to find our faded postcards
will not be delivered
on this or any upcoming
Saturday
‘cause God forbid
we lose a dime
as it slips between
the steps of time
and we are stranded
when the power
stops.
October doors
are closing,
friendly apps
turned off.
November is beguiling.
My fingers curling
eager to be
keyboard warm.
NaNoWriMo looms
its challenge
fighting against
my PA plan.
Dangling
my internal
power cord,
a hypnotic STOP
watch shouts:
Time for me!
The day heats
my garden green,
overgrown to limpness,
mocking my bow
to God
who must find time
between listening
to my prayers
to rain upon my flowers.
Flowers wither
as my needs grow,
footprints hard in dusty dirt,
walking away
before the sun.
PROMPT 5: Write a poem about too much information.
Covers rolled over me
clouds billowed past
my distortion of day,
my mixing of night.
Dreams dropped the words
that slumber used to describe
my mixing of people,
my confusion of time.
Somewhere in the pillow
that holds my jumbled words
my poem was left in pieces,
my frustration wakes again.
I thought I would remember
all the feelings of the dream
my clarity of morning,
my forgetfulness of you.
PROMPT 4: Write a history poem.
History
told his story.
Hers was left
untold.
Till I saw the moon
in the wandering stream
and my foot
came down on it all.
I felt the coldness
of his grave.
I felt her icy
grip.
Yet time cannot
bring them back
to kiss
on the broken bridge.
look, look deep into your eyes
behind the color blue
______rimed with darkness
a nebula world, one few know
few care, few will ever see
in twilight, your eyes open
letting in the nights shadows
_______shadows that fill you
shadows that complete you
weaving webs of deceit and fear
beware the dimly lit paths
aglow around you, drawing, pulling
_______like spirit lights on the moors
we will suck you dry and snatch your soul
no second chance, no escape
extreme sadness
____heart empties
into river of tears
hardens
as your face fades
nothing, nothing left,nothing
no you ,no us
_____alone with
just shadows of where you once were
old creaking joints
skin drawn tight
across skinny bones
lips once soft, smooth
pulled slightly apart
reveal yellowed teeth
hideous form caught in time
indurated, it blinks while dreaming
of tea party’s and lacy pink dresses
feeble, mind dull, it stops and grins again
my face, it’s face slid from it’s once firm place
a face that shadows me
useless, feeble, slow when once I know
yes, once I know I ran deer footed
and laughed, laughed out loud
when once I wore those lacy pink dresses
and danced the night away
trailing soft summer flowers
fleeting are our days
count count the hours as they pass
petals drop fore lorn
Bags tied to an old cart
Again and again she stops
Garbage her only friend
Lonely and homeless
Agatha walks on unknown
Day after day seeking cover from the cold
Yielding in the end to the ice and snow
did I remember to forget your kiss
drinking while softly singing your song
did I run out in the rain, too late
where now nothing but silent shadows remain
will you fade from my heart full of pain
Jars of individual colors,
olive,
peach,
wild strawberry,
lemon yellow,
so tempting and delicious,
blended into cocoa brown.
I did not give them the time
they needed to dry
as my tempera paints blurred
food into fashion.
Rushing
to grow up,
my childhood attempts
at gluttonous glamour,
when given time,
were so easily crushed.
floating around,
lost in time,
forgotten by all that live on.
lost in the dust of times long past,
unknown to all,
forgotten except when something goes wrong.
never there,
always standing by,
this will forever be my own fate.
left alone to fight my tears
time will never change my emotions.
left alone in a world all my own,
where I am never heard.
always silent,
always here yet never there.
staying in the same old place,
forced to be here while the world forgets,
no one hears my calls or pleads,
time will never set me free
imprisoning me forever more.
searching for someone who understands,
never shall I find such a person,
for I am left here to face eternity alone.
a slave to my past life’s feelings,
I shall be trapped for I’ve lost the key.
I gave it to those I left behind.
they threw it away once they forgot,
even though they tried not.
I became a slave to eternity.
lonely from the many nights I’ve spent alone,
wishing for the affection I need so.
single I shall stay,
until I find the one.
gotta find him soon,
before I go mad.
from seeing him,
only in my dreams and wishes.
forever it seems,
him so close,
and yet so far.
an inch in my dreams,
forever in life.
it seems I will never have him,
and so I wish with all my hopes and dreams,
that he will find a way to me,
before my time is gone…