"collander" poems
i stand on the grass,
and above me tonight.
the sky an upturned bowl,
no.. a collander,
with stars streaming
bright...through the blue
metal sky...
and thus the moon is, dinner plate big
and cottage cheese lumpy.
and i hear the sea sighing
and fretting away...
but not too hard.
there is, enchantment
in the air.. .
and i wait a few moments
more,
in the crisp, winter
night's air... for magic
to happen....
before walking inside,
to a child asleep,
a husband reading
and a little blue, grey cat
washing the day away,
in front of the fire...
and i thank the night,
for the magic...
it has sent,
as i turn off,
the porchlight.
and enter into
my haven.
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
Hindsight, how you cruelly cast
Sour light upon my memories.
There's no one here left to please
-unfortunately, no one to share
The glowering of the devils glare.
They left, each one followed suit.
Who am I to point the finger,
Can't blame those who didn't linger,
Would I have done?
Can't say I would;
It's sad to watch a life be drained
To watch it be reduced to grain
And sadder still, with such potential,
Oh, it's such a waste they'll say!
I'm ruined further by high hopes,
If they hadn't said I could I wouldn't be
Torn between the life they chose to live through me.
It's not my own reality
I was told, I'd fulfil all dreams
Though not my own, so it seems.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 6:40 AM UTC
some want their receipts, other don’t.
it is all a matter of taste, etiquette,
upbringing and security. in the bag or
wallet sir?
some check at home, that all is well,
secure and safety. some shred, while others
burn the evidence of careful spending.
i put them in the compost bin, where only
the resident mouse will see them.
it eats well there.
i know not its gender,
nor political persuasion.
there is a shop nearby,
a charity that sells
some things for a penny.
i bought an orange collander.
sbm.
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 2:44 AM UTC