Some mornings
as you sit outside
and smell the air
you can sip your beverage
while relishing the miracle of the sun
as it rises into the sky.
Some mornings
as you sit outside
and smell the air
you can sip your beverage
while relishing the miracle of the sun
as it rises into the sky.
Someone is always telling you what to do.
What not to do.
Opinions are given.
Even if not wanted.
And yet here I am
Doing exactly what I am complaining about!
It is harder to find these days.
Cities produce smog.
Country life has the methane from animals.
Yet parks are preserved
and we all can enjoy them.
Walk when you can.
The air will not always be so fresh.
Troublemakers.
Insane people.
Eccentric.
Thrill seekers.
Going down the rabbit hole.
High as a kite.
All the while looking silly for following a dream.
I can feel myself sliding.
Down into the pit
Where I feel everything is hopeless.
I know it is not true
but my mind does not control my feelings.
Instead it sabotages
Any attempts to break free from this horror.
So I sit.
Watching nothing.
Feeling Blackness.
Going numb.
Spring arrived early.
Summer arrived early.
Now Fall has arrived.
Early.
The pattern of the last few years
shows the weather has changed.
So soon
Spring will be Summer.
Summer will be Fall.
Fall will be Winter.
Winter will just be damn cold!
Or not.
When I dream
and the poem writes itself.
Beautiful and succinct.
Also funny.
Yet when I wake
remembering it is lost.
Branches reaching high into the sky.
Twigs break off.
A nest is built.
The storm may shatter what you see.
Things will regrow.
The roots are strong.
They have even pushed through the concrete meant to hold them!
I don’t know when the tears will come.
I’m on the verge
waiting for them to fall.
It has been like this all week.
Maybe I should let them fall?
I just don’t know if they will stop.
Then again, everything comes to an end.
The chair upholstery is wearing out.
The slippers are smelling strange.
Clothes for washing dishes are ragged.
Carpets are getting clawed to bits.
Pots are dented
and pans are chipped.
Plates are stained
and cups are missing.
Who is to say the house
doesn’t need replacing?
Like the shingles for example?