It’s time to
Once and finally
Slam the door.
No more travel.
No more chores.
No more mandatory fun.
No more walking beaches
In the sun.
No more.
Poetry is Good for America
It’s time to
Once and finally
Slam the door.
No more travel.
No more chores.
No more mandatory fun.
No more walking beaches
In the sun.
No more.
Over the last few weeks the word “action” has made its way into my idle thoughts on more than one occasion. First, it was gentle, swaying in and out of my days, brushing against my brain with a slight tickle. It acted as a reminder to move, embrace, create anything! (I’d add follow-thru/finish, but that’s for another time.) Now, the brush strokes aren’t so gentle and my day is filled attempting to focus on work. Action sits. Action watches. Action ever so often grabs my temples and presses so hard I have to declare its existence.
This is my acknowledgement.
You are my belt of Orion
My eyes look North
Because of you.
You are the one
My eyes follow –
The stars shine for you
You don’t believe that –
But they do.
You can’t believe that –
Because you are you.
The future arrived today
As a boxcar of burning books.
On a siding near a warehouse
Marked “Tomorrow”.
I drank your cup of coffee
You’re gone, and I must stay.
I also ate your breakfast
Your wine I’ve put away.
Your books and clothes
Are in the dumpster.
Your dog has run away.
I’ve thrown out all your memories
You’re gone and I must stay.