November’s spawn
came in like a wet blanket
shed its care on my doorstep.
It forewarned
sad times were coming
I saw that it was heavy
that I should not try to lift it alone
and I am ready this time
resigned to the fact
that we are alone.
We will face this together
and move on
that is how we began our journey
that is how we will continue
until long after the winter
washes all our dirty laundry
clean and
hangs it out
to dry.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Featured Post
The Dark Path Brightens
It occurs to me That I require an ideal To summit these peaks. Something more than a patch. My tenacity shouts above my perception Shooting ...
-
Fresh pine scent captures holiday spirit. Santa’s little helpers burn clean fuel. Christmas cheer expires on December 26th. Cards and let...
-
***A prose poem written in pidgin english Da gross cockroach militia stays booming in da plumbing in da face of mass killings in Kaneohe ...
-
**This poem was inspired by a T-shirt design—I bought the shirt! I am also trying to convince certain people of the importance of POETR...
No comments:
Post a Comment