"kirke" poems
There was a Winter’s chill
But we still had fun
Sledding down the hill
In the clear Winter sun
It was a cold day of play
Mittens stuck to the sleds
A frantic snowball fray
With woolen caps on our heads
And we all slipped and slid
Never really knowing
How great it was being a kid
In our yard, as it was snowing
But then as we grew older
Winter never seemed the same
Each year grew a little colder
Reliving our childhood game
By Kirke Wise
The first publication of this poem was in the Winter 2019 edition of The Watershed Journal
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 9:53 PM UTC
Your darkest fears
A life of regrets
A story of tears
Time never forgets
Daylight for another
While you're still dark
Emotions smother
You missed the mark
And this world turns
While desire spins
Humanity yearns
But only chance wins
Violently mixed
Beaten by life
Utterly vexed
Cut with a knife
Screaming in quiet
Grasping unknowns
Needfully silent
Graves full of bones
Wasted by the way
Deserted roads
What can we say?
Life’s overloads
And can we make it?
Those who have lost
Ever admitting
Such a great cost
I don’t know for sure
But please still try
For hope is the cure
Before we die
2-13-18 by Kirke Wise – Darkest Fears
And so often it is with the life that you were given. In recognition of actual reality or perhaps being able to accept things as they are. This is about life's disparity. Things which I imagine that some of you may perceive in your own life. It’s about clarity. We all have one very short time to live here. So embrace it. Correct it or fix it if need be. Don’t spend your time thinking about others which may seem unbroken. Think about yourself. Because it is the short life that was given to you. Make the most of it. Just something to think about. ~ Kirke
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 7:02 PM UTC