No one to share with in life’s little joys.
No one to talk to; just me and my toys.
An empty existence, a meaningless moan:
It’s cold and disheartening to be all alone.
No one to save me supposing I fall;
No one to nurture or notice at all.
I stare down each jeopardy all on my own;
It’s numb and unnerving to be so alone.
No one to drain my attention span dry.
No one my musings might dissatisfy.
Unshackled, I shine in what you can’t condone:
What mind wouldn’t revel in being alone?
(Title borrowed from a line in William Wordsworth's poem, "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud.")
Categories:
dissatisfy, how i feel, loneliness,
Form: Rhyme
My husband’s back is aching
And so what he thinks will fix it
Is to buy a brand-new mattress,
Though at first I tried to nix it.
Ours is really not quite old enough
To so dissatisfy
And we differ on the type
If we decided, thus, to buy.
Once we tried the TempurPedic
And he fell asleep much faster,
Feeling rested when he woke
But as for me – a true disaster.
I spent hours toss and turning,
Stealing glances at the clock
For to me, that mattress felt
Like I was lying on a rock.
So today, we placed an order
For a mattress sold online,
One supposed to grant us comfort
While it benefits the spine.
I reluctantly conceded
Though my skepticism’s deep,
But we’ll find out soon enough
If we’ll both get a good night’s sleep.
Categories:
dissatisfy, sleep,
Form: Rhyme
Dawn, receive me as I am,
in my interpretation
what has happened is a sham.
Release your heart to me
and meet me on the farther shore
What further grief could I know?
than to see tears in blue eyes,
I feel that our love could grow,
it's been written in the skies.
I remember what you say to me,
it's those lying eyes I fear,
don't break what you would take from me,
don't let love disappear.
Dawn, ride in on your dark horse
save me from this nightmare,
I'll be waiting there of course,
with stars for your hair.
I'll steal the stars from the sky,
to dissatisfy the moon,
I'll be waiting don't you cry,
I'll be home to you real soon.
Categories:
dissatisfy, beauty, how i feel,
Form: I do not know?
It's the irreverent soda stain which irks me today
swelling the wood milky white in a ring
and satisfying that place in my brain's back pocket
which daily refuses to be satisfied.
Lipstick on the coffee cup at Waffle House
- it isn't mine.
Daily "free" newspapers wrapped in orange plastic skin
which contain the little bits of chewed life
of people that I shouldn't like to know.
- I don't ask for it - it just shows up like clockwork,
thrown from a passing van with a leaky exhaust.
The mirror making sure that I see the new wrinkle
on my forehead.
- This isn't my face. At least, I don't think so.
and my brain stuffs it's back pocket 'till overflowed.
Soda stains and lipstick DNA and newspapers
stacked with ads for new tires and bingo game
pot luck dinner jubilees.
And wrinkles.
Plenty of wrinkles to dissatisfy my common sense
and tell me that although I'd like a clean slate,
to not be bogged down by extras,
they are there irreverently facing me in the mirror every day.
Someday soon, I've got to clean out my pockets.
Categories:
dissatisfy, introspection, life, parody, time,
Form: Blank verse