The Trails of Sanity
Why do I care if the disturber carries on
Why is it I cannot just wait it out, bide my time
Be more mindful, try and bond
Embrace what I don’t understand
Welcome the scorching taste in my mouth
I wait, I watch, and watch and wait
what seems a millennium
The afterglow of embers still burn
Just sit tight…
The day ends with a tug on the swatch
of the backpack, I doff it off my shoulders
I hear the trifles start up once more behind me
As my eyes wander upwards
As the Rigel star taps into my soul
As I surrender inward, a whispering voice
cues consolingly…
Here you are
Mind at ease
Free
Categories:
consolingly, change, character, endurance,
Form: Free verse
Honestly I abhor the Rain
Russia-triggered in Ukraine
A deluge as finishing as A Plague
All its relevance fastened on The Vague…
Vladimir finally choosing to mess up,
All along longing to with the Devil Sup…
Consolingly I believe in Sanction,
Certain it falls not to function;
A trust in more closures of Russia’s Banks
For a corresponding reduction of battle-field tanks;
A booing at Wonderful Russian football
And rejection of their players’ footsteps as they fall.
Categories:
consolingly, death, evil, integrity, violence,
Form: Rhyme
She links her eyes to the sky and places her sweet request
"could you please shine me some light and give me some rest?"
The moon consolingly gives her consent to close her eyes
while the stars blink advertently from their five pointed highs
She longs for a cradle that rocks, and a good good book
"can you give me a happy ending?" she asks with a look
but the trees in the distance only wave their branches
perhaps the breeze has caused too many broken fences
She sifts her dreams as if they were gifts of finest wheat
then stirs them a little with the honey of yesterday's pleat
Maybe she's longing for a little warmth from an old afgan
like the one grandma knitted - back when she was ten
She links her eyes to the sky and places her sweet request
"could you please cut me some slack, help me get some rest?"
The End.
July 24, 2018
Categories:
consolingly, emotions,
Form: Quatrain