Never took the time
to go out at night,
to look at the stars,
the shooting stars,
to listen to nature’s song
of the birds, the bugs, the coyotes.
Was told that bad things
happen at those hours
but it seems that bad things
happen at all hours.
Why not find beauty
in the late and early hour
if it can be found
in the waking ones too?
Tag: day
Selective Memory
I forgot that rain
could come down
by the bucket full
upon my head
just like I forgot about
the extreme heat
of a summer day
or the piercing cold
of a winter one.
For a moment I forgot
I was growing older
and forgot the many
memories I had
before this point in time.
I forgot to remember ,
I forgot to forget.
For a moment I forgot
about the lack of perfection
in this brief lifetime
and I had a perfect
day with you.
As Much as I Used To
I find
that I don’t love you
as much as
I used to,
you have shown your cards,
your flaws,
your imperfections,
your tells,
you have shown your weaknesses
and bared your soul
to someone
inferior,
you have shown compassion
to the very same
when it was not deserved.
Still
I find
that I don’t love you
as much as
I used to
for
I have loved you more
with each passing day
A Cold Day’s Warmth
They built fires built for warmth
but it is only there
that the legends,
the myths,
the tall tales are told.
Light flickers,
imagination rages brilliantly,
and the embers remain
come morning.
Restless hearts and minds
shaken from equally
restless sleep.
Warmth is gone
but the dream remains
throughout the day . . .
Oh
to be legends
someday,
myths among men,
taller than the tall tales
shared
some cold night
around the warm fire.
Someday,
oh, someday.
Care Enough
Day (Haikus)
YESTERDAY
Yesterday was the
day before’s tomorrow but
how that helps? Who knows? Continue reading “Day (Haikus)”
You know?
The sky is blue, no cloud in sight,
the stars shine nice and bright at night,
the rain is gone and all is green,
no flake of snow is to be seen
But if the sky should fill with clouds
their darkness over all enshrouds
be it with storms of rain or snow,
a day with you is good, you know?
A Swing
Back and forth, back and forth
the swing sways softly
in the cool evening air, Continue reading “A Swing”
Insomniac
On the Bus
Someone up front is riding home
to see their family for the first time
in who knows how long, Continue reading “On the Bus”
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