And one day,
Things didnt seem
So bad anymore.

Nothing really changed,
But there was a sparkle of light
Peaking through the perpetual gray clouds.

The silver linings
Were surrounding the darkness.

My whole world,
A little less dark
A little less gloomy.

But if nothing really changed,
How could anything get better?

Maybe I just got used to it.

a mind after midnight is a scary thing
that undiscovered country of thoughts
throughout your brain & running in your veins
pulsing, begging to be acknowledged
but you feel your heart beat faintly
and it meets the pace of your steadfast brain
slowly synching into sleep
hoping to forget everything
the next morning

I ever loved one man
The one that I thought
was The One

He broke my heart
and crashed my soul
He leave me hanging,
To the pleace I've never known

Five years had past
But the hatred still with me,
The unaswered questions
Still, bothering me.

I know I'm young enough to say
But in my heart I know
His my ONE THAT GOT AWAY.

I should never have left our apartment
But the courage in your words left me no choice
I watched your face trying to ignore what you said
It all came from a place deeper than your voice

At first I thought it was just a warning
But then you told me I didn’t get it
That’s when I knew that it was real
And now I know that you really meant it

When you find a feather
You know it’s a part of something greater
What flew away once landed at my window
You knew that love for me would never be the same
And now that you have taken flight
How else would I know that you were right

I wish we had been born long ago
Quiet evenings walking a path of leaves
It could be that time has not long enough passed
This the night air told me true love believes

I can see what it means to you
To live a life knowing of a happy end
And as the camera slowly recedes
The movie we made is now a memory
But though I know what is true, still
You play a game of forget and pretend

When you find a feather
You know it’s a part of something greater
What flew away once landed at my window
You knew that love for me would never be the same
And now that you have taken flight
I must live knowing that you were right

No Connection With Numbers

I have no connection with numbers.
Sixty-five or fifty-five, seventy, and suddenly
A person’s dead
And I am swayed
To thinking , “Gee, she was too young to pass,
At least these days”.
Lost track of what should, should not be,
It being all the same to me.
As teen, numbers relevant,
Forty ancient,
Frames of reference clear and few.

Digits now,
Are passcodes, pin codes, bank-cards, passcards.
As for age: eighty’s  the new forty, forty twenty;
Size eighteen is now size fourteen, thirteen now size zero;
Uni- multi- verses more and many; numbers leer,
And so unclear
That only new words suit.

Still unconnected and to boot,
It doesn’t matter – not to me, in any case.
I’m free, unfettered by the race, the chase.
In fact, it is a grace I [almost] note.
Glad I can vote,
De-vote my time to stumbling through
Without connecting numbers to
A thing
(except perhaps those few
I mentioned.)
Poems start out with one intention,
End up, well,
A tolling bell,
Telling all and nothing,
Ring! Ring!

No Connection With Numbers 6.10.2016
Numbers Book; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II;
Arlene Corwin