"foolhardily" poems
Watching as they sink
Wreckage after the
Storm of the middle-aged
Oblivious to their own remedies
They saw the forecasts
Were warned of dangers
Still foolhardily pressed on
Told n'one of their endeavors
Clouds crowding
Wary winds
People perishing
Sorrowful seas
Boat bullied into submission
No force like water
Tearing and wearing
The hopeless down into
Shells of what they once were
Suddenly aware of aftermath
Learning of their strife before the wreck
They were warned
Yet, still the knowledge
Curdles the assumptions of family and friends
Fomenting separation
At the breaking of the storm
The aftermath a single clue
To middle-aged unhappiness
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
Perhaps I can learn, and earn
something...
a degree
sensitivity to the divine
happiness
that I so foolhardily believe
lies within
each of us,
if only...
Dec 31, 2011
Dec 31, 2011 at 1:51 AM UTC
I come to you when I want
I come to you when I need
You come to me to take
When you take from me I bleed
Take and take is all you do
Foolhardily I let it happen
What if I did that to you?
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 9:50 PM UTC
She prayed silently
to a god that never listened
and keened softly
into a night that didn't care
she faced another day
in darkness
no sunlight would ever dare
grace her world
with its softness
no ray of sunshine
to light her path
just stumbled steps
leaving her bereft
she was graceless
in her Art
The art of stepping
through a minefield
she tiptoed, flat-footedly
just so she could feel
with tiny little toes
where the the explosions lie
so foolhardily
when she stubbed her foot
she expelled a small sigh
and stepped to the left
and looked to the right
where there should have been
Morning
all she saw was the darkness
of an endless Night
and therein lies her dilemma
lost on the battlefields
of someone else's mind
She never knows
which way to tread
knowing her every step
could explode another's
mine.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 2:32 AM UTC