"hasing" poems
When times get
Hard, the going gets writing.
And the times are hard, but
Things get worst before they get any better.
As a bruise is when it's healing.
Coming from a young person with no where to go,
As I run from this creature.
This big, dark creature who's
Chasing me, there's no where to
Hide, or so it thinks...
Down the street...nope, it's right behind me.
On the roof...nah, it's there too.
No where to turn,
No where to go, oh but wait...
I got my secret place, but **** it! It's
Even there as well--in my writing. In my place.
Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 11:49 AM UTC
I'm trying to wrap my head around
sometimes
the missing
presence
hey i better tell her this funny thing
or
its been a week time for lunch
soup
come look at something on the TV
she will like this
look at that actor's crazy face
but the falling into fear
was...
I'm trying to wrap my head around
present presence past gone
one little word matters
no
what matters is the memories
the good times
the cozy clothes
trying to do right
good
and just enjoy
whatever the cause now
her end has come
if people can watch over
she's watching over
with cute kitties at her side c hasing their own fuzzy tails
watching the other cats
chasing
their fuzzy
tales
u can miss someone forever
gone
but have them somehow
not nearby
but close
-for Jen Ladwig
Jules June 15th 2016
Santa Fe, NM
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 3:38 AM UTC