A missing front tooth
Nightlight glowing soft
Height marks on the wall
Training wheels old news
Car keys in the drawer
Butterfly kiss
Mama bear hug
A runny nose
Love for my son
Brushing teeth
Bedtime tales
Shutting doors
Baked bread
Beer breath
Tears
The sky slid across a thinly iced sun
As clouds collided amid piled up heaps
Painting noses pink, where powdered breath spun
Webs of frost surrounding when minutes creep
On skittish feet, wary of time’s upkeep
When their passion’s reckless young Romeos
Discard stoic gray for flashy road shows
What impatient eyes fail to calculate...
A serene gleaned as the wisdom of snow
Lands quiet, where wounded hopes hibernate.
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Is your humanity held captive
by your intelligence
Does your soul remain imprisoned
for a self-inflicted crime
Are the wishes you made, abandoned,
prisoners of the wind
Is the cell locked deep within you
—on whose walls you mark the time
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)
Whisper in my ear
the beauty of your
soul,
Long been longing to
hear your musical
thoughts.
The tone of your
body bewitched me
completely,
The flow of your
energy driving me
crazy.
Come to me at any
time of the day,
Crossing million
miles,
only to feel the
pleasure again.
Unlock the door with
the key of flame,
And rest assured,
It will be worth the
pain.
I feel the sensation
in these eyes,
Makes me yearn,
But sometimes
fright.
Carry yourself here
on the feather
light,
Or call me there in
white tonight.
Time is of the essence,
We’ve been told since prepubescence,
So we shouldn’t waste a minute or we’re fools.
Planning keeps things flowing
So no matter where we’re going,
We’ll accomplish so much more within these rules.
Seconds turn to hours
But if we don’t smell the flowers,
We’ll miss out on all the things life has to give.
Years fly by like sparrows
And before Death aims its arrows,
We should grab each opportunity and live.
If such advice is heeded,
When our earthly time’s completed
We’ll be satisfied that we have done our best;
For when time reclaims its lending
We can’t stop the coming ending ;
Then we’ll realize that it’s finally time to rest.
daylight hours
Ozzie and Ben at the picnic table
milkweeds dance across the board
chess match underway all day, every day
many stories shared, some repeated; neither cared
till knights and pawns cast long shadows
eyes straining, elders would bid farewell
violet sunsets escorted them home
one brisk morning, Ben waited for his friend
hours on end, until the orb began to sink
fading light from the spectral sunset
usher of regret
Ben sauntered past Ozzie's home
black wreath on the door
Ben cast chess pieces on the street
no longer wanted to compete
after that day, Ben’s zest for life faded away
sun still journeyed across the sky
but Ben rarely rose from bed
twilight hours found him there, recounting the past
tales he and Ozzie had told
in his mind never grew old
memories locked within his heart
shadowed recollections of a fallen chess king
It always used to be
that I looked forward
to the coming years...
and alll it seems like I am doing now
is marking time...
marking time...
As the clock marches on
to the beat of its own drum
and my heart now seems to be
strangely out of beat
and it seems that I'm not living...
I am only marking time
Minutes mark the hours
and hours equal days...
Days turn in to weeks...
weeks are adding years
and my soul is shedding tears
for all of my lost time.
It seems that I'm not really living...
I am only Marking Time.
(November 14, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Twilight found me
standing at my window.
Waiting for something new.
The same question in my head.
What is my destiny?
Am I never to be allowed to breath
the sweet scent of Loves flower?
Am I to forever live with the scar
of my one youthful wrong deed.
I can not smile as I back away
from My lonely tower window.
Tomorrow I will send another message
to My Father the King.
But for tonight I will continue to mark time.