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Look

and you shall find me...


hidden

within my words
You and I have been us so long
That's all I know how to do
But since you said goodbye, I'm gone
I'm having to learn something new

I'm too old to go back to school
If you must know the truth
This is the hardest thing I've ever done
Learning how to un-love you

Falling head over heals was the easy part
It's all I ever wanted to do
Love with you was a work of art
With the lines drawn out so smooth

Not sure I would have started this
In hindsight if I knew
How hard it'd be to study this
Learning how to un-love you
...

weapon,

turned on its head;

**cast in beautiful, living light
10w...   credit to Soul for inspiring me to see the light this morning!

post script:  sharing with someone over the water cooler this morning at work, I realized in their confused expression that not everyone might get the innuendo in this pen.  the story of Noah and the first rainbow is one which illustrates the transition from wrath to forgivness, juxtaposing the most lethal weapon of man at that time (the hunting bow) to a symbol of peace - that same weapon hung up, perpetually on display in the sky after a rainfall - metaphor of wrath (war on mankind) never to be repeated.
i am older than i look

younger than i feel

with only death ahead of me

to finalize and seal the deal
I decided today when I woke up
To write a poem  for everyone
I'd start off with the very old
And end up with the young

In between I'd have kings and queens
Along with a peasant or two
A genius with a dozen degrees
Even a few without a clue

For the in-laws and the outlaws
Though at times they act the same
If right now they're sitting next to you
No need to mention names

I'd also write it for the Catholics
Protestants and Jews
So as not to leave anyone out
A Methodist marching band with kazoos

What would a poem for everyone be
Without rodeo and circus clowns
The ones that paint happy faces
Over the top of their life's frowns

The tall the short and skinny of course
Those that are tipping the scale
Which these days are most of us
But let's not dip into that well

And of course I can't leave out
All the gays and all the straights
Who never knew that they were straight
Until the gays knew they were gay

I guess we've all been labeled
I really don't mean to offend
Oops...I almost forgot to include
All the mustached women and hairy backed men

If you find you weren't in here
And think that your unmentionable
I'd like you to know my friend
My rudeness was unintentional

You may take this poem for everyone
And do with it what you wish
Perhaps the closest receptacle
Where it may join it's friends...the trash
 Oct 2013 Mary Elizabeth
Chuck
Death winks
And I smile
We have an inside joke
Just between us
I visted with a good friend today
It has been such a long while
I pulled up a bench, reached out my hands
And gave her a comfortable smile

She has never questioned my intentions
Nor asked me the reason why
After so many years I would leave her alone here
As much as she fulfills my life

For when we are wrapped up in each other
A sweet melody so often plays
I caress her ever so gently
Just the two of us as the world fades away

I never realized how much I miss her
Without hesitation she takes me back again
What we have is so far from over
My lover, my friend, my baby grand
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