I opened up to this friend my soul
Establishing trust was my ultimate goal
she treated me worse than a sliver of coal
to me serious comeuppance she did dole
do I trust her again with my open heart?
Betrayal has split us up, torn us apart.
To say she was a traitor is a bit of a start.
Sharing my confidence was a bulleting dart.
I used to think she was a super good friend.
But this violation was more than a slight bend.
Our friendship is broken, maybe it should end.
Unfortunately, I remember she used to be a good friend.
I decided to talk to her, but she shunned me away.
I guess this is more than a hint that I needed today.
My heart felt such sadness, on this unhappy Wednesday.
But I knew enough to leave, as she walked away.
Breathtaking views
the brochure said.
But for me
it was nothing but
a sheer drop, gravity's
worst nightmare lipped
on an edge and way below,
a brutal landing
of hard rock.
I don't like heights.
Up here I have the lot,
a panoramic view offering
no distraction to what
really waits for me
salivating beneath
my jellied feet.
Just a step away,
nothingness wells its hypnotic
horrors, a free fall into
the minds worse fate, flailing
limbs frantically reaching
for something firm
to hold onto in thin air.
Just think of it !
The last few seconds
of life bulleting downwards
towards oblivion.
No, I don't like heights.
I prefer to take my views
without a precipitous ledge,
closer to the ground,
then if I fall
it would be less likely
to be terminal and I'd
have no time to think
as I went down.
Hot afternoon.
A dry, north wind animates washing
on the line. My cotton shirt seems
desperate, arms flailing, trying to grab
at anything to fill its emptiness.
The heat makes life withdraw,
retreat into the shady margins,
curl up and go to sleep.
What's left are limp puppets,
hollowed out forms waiting
for a cool change to come
when bodies can slip back inside
and refill the baggy to a tight fit.
Only a dragonfly braves the heat,
fanning the air with its quivering
wings, hanging there, suspended
as if to attract an admiring eye
before bulleting off to its next
engagement on natures catwalk
of aerobatic skills.
Winds rushing through the sky
Whistling, howling with such velocity
That animals cringe and babies cry.
No place to hide from its animosity.
Rain pouring, pelting, out of heavens rushing
Dams overflowing from rivers gushing.
Water flooding through the roof and door.
While the ground outside is a muddied floor.
Branches thrashing wildly, trees crashing to the ground.
Birds looking for shelter that’s nowhere to be found.
Ships are stranded, on rocks they crash
While waves pound, and their great hulls bash.
Hail bulleting like a machine gun
Wounding hundreds as they run.
Power lines topple, and snuff out the light.
People cower in the dark of the night.
The skies are black. There is no dawn,
For the sun’s lost it’s life, it’s been stillborn.
Roofs blown off, and branches torn,
Looks like a war zone in the new day’s morn.
A storm may be our foe, but it is still our friend
For the water it brings helps our earth to mend.
Her winds and her floods might cause havoc and rout.
But we would rather have storms than seasons of drought.
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