Poetry

I insist!

No. I Insist.

You are going to school!

No. I am staying home.

Get ready for school.

I am going back to bed.

I insist you get ready for school!

Zzzzzzzzz

There is beauty in the mundane.

The lines of the overpass as it curves through the neighbourhood.

A car driving into the sunset.

Concrete blocks maintained and erected

so a city can run smoothly.

How is it we look at such things and think ugly

when they are truly nature in a different form.

Though a dandelion poking through the sidewalks crack is awesomely poetic.

It flickers

Teasing the corner of your eye.

It warms you with it’s dances

As you sit reading nearby.

Comfort is given

And after awhile

You fall asleep dreaming

Of the spirit inside.

Instead of walking around

stealing mail from the mailboxes

Some have decided

to use voice mail as a way to get your money.

So many phone calls

at all hours of the day.

So many that unless the phone number is known

Don’t pick up!

Structure provides reassurance.

So when one thing is changed

in the weekly schedule

It creates a dystopian feeling of loneliness.

To realize how much you miss seeing your friend

for that one weekly visit

Makes you understand

how truly important they are in your life.

Doing two things at once.

Drinking coffee

and cuddling your cat.

Copy that!

To be born

is a joyous experience.

That first breath

is a beautiful sound.

As the mother cries

when she looks upon her child

Nature becomes full

once more.

It is thicker

and more ornate

but it does not tarnish

like a true silver key would.

The spoon only stirs my coffee

and I definitely was not born with one.

Flown to the coop

and back to the moon.

Whatever shall become

of the smile’s return?

Do you wish to live without end

or drive into the sunsets bend?

The children are funny.

The adults are calm.

I am running

and the horses are drawn.

Go within peace

and the rest will follow.

All I wanted was some time alone.

To recover.

To heal.

Instead the news given

has driven me to the brink.

Don’t be surprised if I have run away.

Hopefully I will be back someday.