The bed's been alone,except for only I.
The big round red chair says he spent a long time talking to her that one night, when I was away.
The computer monitor won't share, what it saw went by.
And the shower head won't say that it saw us both cry.
My car said it saw her, before I took over
The garage door says nothing, but shelters me ever.
The dog just looks at me sadly misses him here
The pillow states it's been days since I shed one tear.
My coffee cup reports that it has seen me dancing
Alone to unwind, while the place gets cleaned out,
My wallet concurs, the new cards at me glancing
The car echoes softly I've been out and about.
The scale will echo that I've lost some weight
And on the stove, the omelet pan looks satisfied.
The fridge says some ales have met mysterious fate.
The eggs say their fellows have all been pan fried.
The dresser says hey, but his socks are still here?!
The mirror mumbles something, about a reflection
Not knowing the ending or where they will steer.
And all of them feel that it's one strange direction.
©November 06, 2006
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 7:29 PM UTC
Winter declared a time out in the middle of her gloom
Today is warm enough to have been the first of June
The sweats come off and jeans and light shirts the order of the day,
Pardon me, but I sort of hope Miss Winter a while stays this way.
For I have lots to do and many errands to run
The previous cold connections make it hard to get them done.
But this, oh glorious summer day
Holds portents of fires in later summer on the way.
And that, my friends, is what happened mid last year,
When I took off in a hurry, betrayed by my own fear;
The allergies to smoke bred by fires near
Before it happens again, I want to get out of here!
So Miss Winter, stay away while I get packed,
When I'm gone, it's best if you should come right back.
The residents will thank you, and that's a fact.
As for me, I'll have jumped and gone on to another track.
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 5:06 PM UTC
Life is an adventure, with many paths and views
I travel mine, you travel yours, and sometimes we may meet.
As I go, I often write as I consult the muse.
Someday our paths may cross and join and make the going sweet.
But sometimes we may just observe each other's paths along,
Or learn from those who went before to avoid the potholes.
As we survive the journey, we learn to be quite strong.
Sometimes then we do fall down, stand up, and learn control.
As along the winding way, we also learn to self-console.
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 2:34 PM UTC