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AprilDawn Apr 2014
this day’s furor
is sinking fast
another day
waits in the wings
without
you in it.
The stark truth of  his absence  in our lives. Written  2006.
AprilDawn Apr 2014
I step into graffiti and strange smells
what if the cable snaps
plunging all my horizons
into instant nothing
I push the button
grumbling
what have I done
to deserve this end
my thoughts wander
as my eyes transfix
on the sudden light
of waiting faces behind opening doors.
Some fatalistic  views and nervous nelly days in my  life .
AprilDawn Apr 2014
You’ve been gone
for so long now
yet every ripple
reels you back in
I feel your dreams
die inside me
all over again
My late husband always wanted a boat, and never  got one .We  moved to Houston after his death  .Every boat I saw did this  to me for a few years .
AprilDawn Apr 2014
wrappers glisten
in the fluorescent light
electricity hums
a savage tune
of seduction
coins buy nothing
anymore
origami bills
****** down
spat back
no help proffered
from passers by
snack interlude
denied.
College  lounge area   vending machine  poem.
AprilDawn Apr 2014
into the fray
no safety net
breathless fear
clings
onto slick surface of sanity
Life's unknown variables.
AprilDawn Apr 2014
Scrambled  up
this  muddy hill
for just a peek
at that sweet   horizon
try to convince myself
that today’s the beginning
of something really  good
I didn’t use it all
  up yet .
Searching   for  good times again.
AprilDawn Apr 2014
Come
and get it
big boy
so ready for pick up
give it the old heave **
it ain't no good
to me
just smellin up
my scenery.
Trash day.Nuff said !
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