You were nothing.
Closing any chapter with you feels like heartbreak,
The small crinkle that the crack makes,
That little sigh my heart takes,
You, oblivious to the stakes.
Hoping you only look this good in my arms.
Hoping you only miss me when you’re drunk.
Hoping for you.
Wishing you understood; you were poetry I wove with my own two hands.
You were ordinary but in my mind you were magic.
My love turned you into flowers blooming at cemeteries
and rain filling up crevices of drought.
But
You and me;
We’re a living testament that loving someone is not nearly enough.
The pain won,
But I hope you know, to me,
You will always be worth the inconvenience.
I will always remember you;
In little flowers behind ears
and rearview mirrors,
In Parked cars conversations,
and last minute cancellations.
You were everything political
You were everything painful
You were everything heartbreaking
You were everything beautiful
You were everything I once wanted
You were everything mine
You were everything.
2022 was the year the flights disappeared
Cancellations mounting as Xmas neared
Hope gave way to despair
For denizens of the air
The year's imprimatur ~ a cross to bear
When amidst broken equals, we approved,
Ere a freed grain of nomadic sand slipped,
Melancholic surrendered, whole reproved,
Monitor the saved life single and stripped.
Two separate paths once joined normally,
One courses happiness, opposite naught,
Depraved, unprincipled, lived lukewarmly,
Blossomed languishes, internally fraught.
Provocative commencement surefire fade,
Arrangements, invites, sent cancellations,
Heartbreaking embattles a soul betrayed,
Evoke mother's "time out", do causations.
Solely talks like being ere his gravestone,
Passersby ask he says, "Gauging my own."
I’m sitting in a patch of sun
And kind of taking stock,
Feeling lucky after hearing
Of so many still in shock.
Homes destroyed by a tornado,
People stranded on the road,
Cancellations of events
As rivers filled and overflowed.
All my kith and kin are safe, with just
Some minor floods to clean,
Nothing like the damage suffered
In the videos I’ve seen.
As for me, I’m disappointed;
Grandkids should be on their way
With their parents for a visit,
But it won’t take place today.
Still, tomorrow they’ll be coming;
Got my toes and fingers crossed
And right now it’s cool and sunny
So the day will not be lost.
A field of wheat cloaked in dewy silence
the orchestra tunes up with avian arias
bullfrog basses and a choir of cawing crows,
xanthic sunflowers turning their heads to better see,
the daylight trajectory commencing with lazuline layering,
a breeze glissandoes on harps of oak leaves
tomorrow is now today,
and I am grateful.
An officer of the law taps on my door
my breath and heartbeat screech to a sudden stop
preparing for the next-of-kin speech, or
where-were-you-on-the-night-of-the-23rd interrogation,
instead she informs me my car is ten inches in the red
and with a smile suggests I move it before I get a citation
pulse resumes as oxygen reunites with lungs,
and I am grateful.
A mask sitting by the front door; my ticket to commerce
the media replaying riot scenes, lockdown measures,
sporting event cancellations, worship restrictions,
death tolls, closed restaurants, and drive-by graduations.
Yet I am virus-free, housed, gainfully employed,
surrounded by family and electronically socialized,
I have my necessities: I am well-fed, well-loved,
and I am grateful.
written 30 Aug 2020
Little known virus billed with hype
is much like the elusive snipe
look for clues and bilk mysteria.
COVID-19 is a blight
take your temperature, dispel fright
combat the urge of hysteria.
Cancellations? don't groan and gripe
take wise advice to wash and wipe
learn CDC’s criteria.
Counter laziness, use your might
raise your normal household fight
reduce viruses, bacteria.
Social distancing is an archetype
of honest help instead of tripe
Heed experts in your area.
Apply intentional foresight,
Observe limits with sweetness and light
Thank God this is NOT malaria.
March 16, 2020
Schools, parades and lots of trips,
Cruises, flights and races;
Tennis matches and events
In other crowded places:
All are being canceled or
Postponed for times awaiting.
No one knows how soon is safe
When one’s recalculating.
Expos, luncheons, weddings, shows,
Surgeries elective
Crossed off calendars because
Of cautioning directive.
Life appears to be on hold
As virus germs go flitting
And cancellations mount while fear
Shows not a chance of quitting.
“Let’s have a party- it will be fun!
You don’t turn 60 every day- It’s a milestone!”
Words told to my husband about his upcoming Birthday.
He acquiesced, so…
I invited everyone we knew,
Secured the venue,
Started the lists…
Energized by this looming event.
The RSVPs started rolling in
Including the ones from those we were sure wouldn’t come!
The week of the party the Nightmares began-
Wave after wave of them invading my sleep…
Depicting ridiculously insane scenarios and
Setting off anxieties that seemed to stick up their heads whack-a mole- style.
A few cancellations came in….
And I’m starting to wish I was one of them!
According to my phone, the snow
Is set to start at one,
Well, 70% the chance
That it will have begun.
I look outside and wonder
Just how accurate that is.
Predictions sometimes fizzle out
Despite a weather wiz.
Yet plans get readjusted
And cancellations spike
All based on when predictors
Say a storm will likely strike.
It’s probably a foolish thing
Depending on your phone
To figure out activities
You maybe should postpone.
The passengers were in their seats
When something was announced –
Employees had to fly and so
Four people would be bounced.
Requests with compensation
Met with silence, so United
Chose some “random” ticket holders
To deplane and thus ignited
Quite a controversy, since one man
Just out and out refused.
His bodily removal left him
Furious and bruised.
The gentleman, a doctor,
Had some patients to attend to.
United workers didn’t care;
Nor did they pretend to.
Of course, the scene was filmed
And now those so-called “friendly skies”
Will be filled with cancellations
As the rage intensifies.
No snow this year oh where could it be,
It’s been raining and hailing no white for the tree.
The grass is turning green,
The flowers are growing,
It’s almost Christmas and still it’s not snowing.
The birds are chirping and flying about,
The kids are going to school no cancellations they shout.
The water is warm,
The temperature is eighty,
Its Christmas eve and its hotter than hatties.
Santa is out flying around,
But he can’t land with snow on the ground.
No sledding no rolling no drifting of snow,
No snowmen or skiing just nowhere to go.
Tornadoes and inches upon inches of rain,
No snow this year we are all going insane.
No freezing or sneezing no catching a cold,
No burning no heat from the wood stove.
No blizzards or snowmen boots on the feet,
Like I said before,
Its eighty we cant stand the heat.
No scraping, no defrosting, the ground isnt froze,
No skating or ice fishing, just the blossoming of a rose.
Its Christmas I think but I could be wrong,
I look out my window and wonder where Christmas has gone!!!!
waiting in the terminal
without boarding pass in hand
trying to get out of here
looking for a destination
the lines are really long
everyone wants a new attraction
they all have a ticket in hand
while I'm just standing by
free isn't what it used to be
there is always a cost
sometimes it isn't worth the price
and takes most of your time
if you want it bad enough
I believe it can be yours
it is better to have a seat confirmed
instead of standing by
finally, my name is called
I step forward to the gate
I've been bumped this whole day long
I'm tired of the pushing and shoving
as they scan my boarding pass
I enjoy the glares from others
expect delays and cancellations
when you are standing by