Gypsies
10 June 2021

Twisted their backs in pain.
They danced the night away.
Broken banjos.

Souls Within My Souls
10 June 2021.

To the furthest horizon they bring light and life,
Strength I need as I weaken by time and age.
Each holds the flame and memory that I loved and cherished.
None flicker in the gales and storms of torments eternal.
They will pass with me, tender quiet and peace of acceptance.

Each priceless treasure in the home I held.
Foundations on which I grew and sustain before my passing.
I will drip their wax on the tables of heaven.
For soon they will fade and turn cold.
Only their memory will you hold.

Cry not for their loss as others grow to show the way.
They knew of this day.
Perhaps I can be one of yours caressing you.
I wish it so. I wish it so.

Humidity
9 June 2021

Fog on the windows,
Replicate in my brain.
Morning risings from my bed,
Wet with sweat unlabored.
Everything creaks and I croak,
Like an old bullfrog grumbling.

To sleep in a warm bed,
Once the heat of another,
Was welcome.
Humidity spots instead.

8 June 2021

When our love is over,
And only worked for me.
My judge  murmers dear,
I am not “Guilt free”.
Am I worth the price,
You pay to be with me?
The beauty you carry,
The smile when you greet me,
The day that we married,
So precious they true be.
You are that gentle women,
That always sets me free.
Those times we are together,
When flesh has ruled my day,
Tell me true.
Am I worth the price you pay,
When I am into you?

Unhugged
7 JUNE 2021

Unplugged and disconnected,
Estranged the viral way.
Time lost forever,
Socially astray.

Unarmed by sadness,
Care  by stranger names  ,
Forgotten days of gladness,
Life is rearranged.

One day the doors will open.
Never be the same.
Age line steeply sloping,
Most not in the game.

Clock slowly tocking,
No one can it tame.
Some are still talking,
Don't know who to blame.

Pause.
4 June 2921

Covered bbq in one corner,
Two hanging plants, flowered vine.
Water fountain, Buddha sitting on its fall.
Morning dove , maple keys, ,    
Circling oak.
Lily’s.
Hummingbirds.
Lawn sprinkler metronome slow swish,
Wasted some.
One black squirrel, anticipating unknowns.
Music  drifting across the road,
Cloud faces.
Deck empty, needs paint.
No one home.

Welcome Summer
4 June 2021

Quiet sounds of the ‘hood’ deft with the summer rain.
You are so welcome again.
Grateful praise for those warm days,
And nights when it’s hard to sleep.
Soon the rains will come soft and plain.
Somehow I missed the sheep.