Poetry

A queen sized blanket

Draped over a twin bed.

The blanket trails on the floor.

The bonus is the cocoon

You can wrap yourself in

When it gets cold.

The eye of the beholder

Is all anybody can claim.

What one likes

Another dislikes.

One loves

While another hates.

The discrepancy comes

When you are asked to put a price on it.

Energy is low.

Inspiration is lacking.

Pushing through means

not getting any self care.

Yet, all I hear from people

is just do it!

No one else will.

Are you just lazy?

Things get done my way.

I just don’t expect people to understand anymore.

Acting in faith

trying to do good.

Learning the legalities

of the actions taken.

Bitterness can take root.

Unlearning bad habits takes time.

Martyrdom is not for me.

I will protest though.

I look out the window

As the fluffy snowflakes fall.

I glance down at my cat

Curled up on my lap,

Happy and contented.

My appointment is still half an hour away.

I look at the deep drifts of snow.

I am thankful that this appointment

Can be done with a phone call,

So I don’t have to trudge through the cold weather.

I may have spelt it wrong

But the taste is a cherished childhood memory.

My father coming home

With a block of crumbly paste.

I am reminded of it

When our next door neighbours

Gift us dates filled with a paste

That was delicious and familiar.

I like the fact that exchanging food

Is a good tradition to have inherited.

I will always respect others

And I’m glad to learn about their ways.

Thank you father

For encouraging me to try new things.

Enjoyment is not time wasted.

Your emotions need something to regulate themselves.

If you are enjoying a game

Where it gives you hours of entertainment

That is when you know it is a good game.

One that makes it more enjoyable

By sharing with friends.

It is not uncommon

To watch someone

Have a conversation

With no one else around them.

People look down

As they stride forward

Trying to watch whatever is on their phone.

Sometimes running into things

They did not notice because of it.

We all seem to take for granted

Our mobility

And when those who can not

Point it out

We don’t feel like we have done anything wrong.

Still, we get to one place

From the last one.

The ministry of weird walks

Have a lot of things to study right now.

Driving down

a stretch of road

once used often

long ago.

Now the drive

is nostaglic

until I remember

who I drove this road with.

Remembering that this already happened.

Telling yourself it can not be true.

Looking at the future and seeing the same mistakes repeated.

Hoping things will go differently

and then having it dashed mercilessly.