I waited a lifetime
to meet you.
Isn’t that always the way?
But in that short time
I had to wait to be with you,
I knew I could always
visit you in my mind
NaPoWriMo2014
Note to Self
Thirty was no big deal.
The same with forty.
Even fifty was a breeze.
If only the poems
would come that easily.
But fifty-two?
That’s when it hit me.
Where did half a century go?
Next year, sixty-two.
Counting down, now.
Yes, the temptation to write about “thirty” was too much, and I succumbed.
I’ve made up for it by writing #31 for NaPoWriMo: Always There
Samuel F. B. Damned
No white noise…
not the rhythmic tick
of precision clockwork,
nor the hum of the fridge,
not even the howling wind
outside my window
…is sufficient distraction.
That hissing,
shrill whine
forever roaring in my ear
is punctuated, today,
by random, staticky clicks.
My mind wanders
inner aural caverns,
seeking a tympanic override
for this cryptic Morse code,
to restore the compromise
of those white howls,
hums and ticks.
Terrapin Tit for Tat
Young Swan would surreptitiously
Sneak up on turtles grouped in threes
So he could honk most gleefully
And watch as they would try to flee
His payback for their daily treat
Of nipping at Swan’s tender feet
But from the safety of their shells
Said turtles then would give him hell
Hard to Gauge
perceptions
shattered
pressured
to
deliver
driven
to
compensate
but
so
hard
to
gauge
Day 27 Prompt – a poem written from a photograph
Dragon’s Milk
amber foam, vanilla tint
floats above
a malt infused nectar
scented with a trace of fruit
hints of oak and chocolate
the faintest taste of licorice
no need for ancient flagon
to hold this dragon's milk
a life, too brief
too much
taken for granted
people we seldom
or never
see
occasional reminders
then,
one day,
gone
a candle
has
gone
out
Sun and Moon
roles shared
reversed
shared again
and again
sun and moon
we are
your sky
and mine
Slow Descent
Wanting so much
to move on,
yet so afraid
to let go,
she gave us
a mixed blessing.
Sharing memories
of past events,
the paths leading to
those moments,
eased the hardship
of seeing
her slow descent.
Marooned
My heart was without hope,
an island stranded
in the flow of a frozen river.
With you came a warmth
to end my long, hard winter.
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