Category: Poetry

I Write Up

Up
I write up
The further down
The more up

Sadness is a murky pool
A quicksand mire
Wanting people
to remain there

Words shed flesh
I sat on the rings of Saturn
I rocket through that black hole
and come out a toaster

I lay in a field of flowers 
God gave me a sandwich 
I have good conversations with chipmunks
I fly backwards below flocks of swallows

I really dig angels
Every one is curly hair beautiful
Their smiles know no limitations
Every one is my girlfriend

I close my eyes to catch a last smile
There is no dark to remember
In an instant I surrender to love
I am with God forever

On the Snowiest of Days

On way to doctor, truck on 2- lane roundabout
almost sideswipes me 
I slide out of it
Traffic is snailsway
I am shaken
I am patient
I am trusting...

At destination I am frustrated by doctor
repeatedly offending me
His young ego
making errors 
My blood pressure is climbing
Force out my instructive piece 
Later remain shaken...

Attempting home I visit pharmacy
Time to pay for pills 
Can't find my Visa
Gathering shopper lineup now is waiting

I'm apologizing
Next customer is saying
"I will pay your $32" 
because I was gracious 

I do think angels are existing
sometimes unattractive for special learning
I will likely never see that one again
She taught me I'm OK
Just hang in there

In the storms of life as we struggle to continue
there is Something within this fabric of  adversity
It is that Someone Who Is The Feeling
Who Is and Was and always Will Be