Best Scattered Poems
The painting on the wall has faded
just like your love for me,
I see it, your eyes tell it so vividly…
The glint is gone,
They don’t light up,
When I enter the room anymore
These days I don’t even get a second glance…
It is like I am part of the furniture,
The novelty has worn off…
Whatever happened to me being your world?
I never thought this would be our end game,
I still love you but your love for me has faded.
Slowly but surely, we are no more,
Our love no longer a priority...
I am tired of being in a relationship with myself,
The one who does the talking,
The one who reach out first,
You no longer yearn to touch me…
Feeling like a byproduct
Of a once beautiful union
Now jaded, no longer needed…
Tinkling sounds of rain falling on shingled roofs
wild winds and chestnut horses galloping with hooves
Spruce trees breathing in the navy sky of June
Shimmering stars of heavenly bliss scintillating view
Rivers gurgling aside the brook as dusk arrives
A solitary lotus floating on the waters of China
Japanese lanterns and crepe paper magic
Night songs of longing and bravelings that cry
May I invite you for a walk across my wish bridge
together we can find the syncronocity of life.
Mrs Gladys Wackjob:
“What the goodness is wrong with this hospital,
I receive better service in a restaurant.
You nurses sit there doing nothing while my
Husband is dying. Why isn’t anyone talking to me.
And you little miss perky nurse, Yes you,
With the 80’s hair style. Are you actually old enough
To be a nurse. What the heck is going on..”
Nurse Rachel:
“I worked very hard at Medical School I gave up
everything. I didn’t have a social life. Yes I am old enough to be nurse.
We are doing everything we can but your husband
is very ill. Instead of yelling at me you might go and hold his hand.
Mr Jason Rightbrain,
“What is this crap. I ordered eggplant parmesiana.
This looks like cow manure. If I want to throw up I would
eat my x-wife’s crap. What is wrong with this place.
Are you really a Chef or just grabbing boxes from the
supermarket and heating them in the microwave.
I can’t believe this. And you think I’m going to pay
for this rubbish.
Chef Greg.
I gave up a good job working in accounting for this.
I loved the idea of serving people food. Three years
at College and I tried so hard. I think I’ll give up now.
Mrs Jane Wiseacre,
Are you Mrs Watson my daughter’s Teacher. This report says
my little Felicity is an underachiever. What on God’s green Earth
does that mean? I help her with her homework.
She wanted to go to ballet. No No No Not on my watch.
She works harder than any of these loser kids why isn’t
she doing well at school. Are you even a real teacher you look like
a waitress.
Janine Watson:
I tried my best with Felicity. I gave her extra attention
but sometimes you just can’t reach some kids.
They have shut off from the world. I can’t imagined why.
I have to go for a long walk now.
Scattered thoughts
Like broken glass
Makes you wish you didn't step on them
But it's those thoughts that sometimes bring clarity
We tiptoe around to avoid them
You can swipe right all you want
They'll return
dreams
then hope
leave
search
through
jumbled draws
crowded closets
and
you won't find them
dreams
put aside until, until later
but hope hangs around
someday, someday being said
then someday comes
health gone
arthritis comes
lingers, destroys
enthusiasm
gets lost along the way
did someone else grab it
maybe it just scattered to the wind
Scattered leaves and memories
Autumn brings us from the trees
As I watch each piece of beauty fall,
I’m filled with gratitude for it all
Awakened by the sweet crisp air,
All I can do is stop and stare
At leaves dancing to the wind chime
Beauty surpasses words in this rhyme
Heidi Sands
10/5/20
she loves me
she loves me not---
scattered petals
.
Scattered discs so far
Trans Neptunian objects
Gravitational
Iced minor planets
Solar Systems, orbital
Eccentricities
"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
John Ruskin, 1853
Scattered all around
Scrambling to pick up the pieces
Of what is left
That was once whole
Now shattered on the ground
What once was beautiful
Now broken and chipped away
Desperate to find every piece
In hopes of restoration
Frantically searching
Eyes darting everywhere
Ignoring the pain
As the shards cut
As you seize each piece
Even the most minuscule
Clutching it ever so close
As tears start to swell
Chest begins to heave
As panic sets in
How could this have happened
Failed to protect and guard
Something so precious
Only few ever find
More valuable than gold
Casting the illusion
Of being untouchable
Standing the test of time
Safe and resistant
Thus leading to distance
Less guarding and sheltering
Taking comfort in the safety
Of letting go
Only to see it topple over
Like slow motion
Fearfully reaching out
Brushing fingertips
But not quick enough
Watching it descend
Eyes wide
No longer breathing
Heart stopping
Helpless now
Ear-piercing
As it shatters
Into a million pieces
Knees hitting the ground
Awe struck
Dumb-founded
What once was treasured
Lies hopeless and lifeless
Even if all the pieces are found
Carefully glued back together
It will never be as beautiful
Covered with cracks
Never showing strength
Only fragile and weak
Telling the story of carelessness
How one looked away
Only for a brief moment
Left vulnerable to the unknown
Is now nothing more
Than broken shards
Glistening from tears
In blood-stained hands
By Shauna Riley
5/17/11
For A Rambling Poet's contest, "All the Little Pieces"
I pleaded the wind;
To stop scattering the leaves
They said they were tired of being lost.
a nympth
beneath the spray
scattered rock
seaweed dancing
atop roiling water
Drifting gifts of prophetic ages
Scatter, breathless, upon these pages
And when the guild of muses ask-
To answer, is the poet's task
As verses swirl and intertwine
Building towards the perfect line
Too richly elegant for rumor
Too significant to humor
Some sing too grand to have a choice
Too full and fine for brittle voice
Thumb-smeared, circled and ink-bitten
Some words demand to be written.
4/30/20
For Dear Heart's 'Couplet' contest
Shared 2nd Place
you
left me
all alone
without a chance
to pick up the scattered shards of my heart
Teeter Totter Fitter Fotter
here and there everywhere
scrambled brains for breakfast
brain salad sandwiches for lunch
brains a la scrambled for dinner
um I think I would rather starve
I go to school to eat some real food
But, i get doughnut brains for breakfast
chicken with a side of mac `n` brains for lunch
to be quite honest i do need brains but not this many
i`m almost scared to ask, what`s for dinner?
'cause i know it`s got brains in it
i was right it was broccoli and brains
with cheese on top i am not hungry
tonight mom.
~~~
Do you follow me...
I've scattered thought
across countless stages of unveiled catwalk
Graced anthologies of rhyme
Watched you
watch me
indulge in second guess
Still ...
reflection
seldom circulates
obscured from Elementary
Fact is... words refrain
as thoughts pile higher
Each ode grows more incent
from straining to dip the quill
Leaning
way beyond comfort
to soak in
crisper thought
My only regret ...
a shortage of counterintelligence
~~~