Short Mummify Poems

Without hesitation, we
Consume youth like a pill--Watch:
The sunset crushes into the sidewalk
Spilling shadows in it's haste.
Tendrils of smoke mummify the wide open spaces
We've come to know, billowing grey,
Bitter to the senses.
Moments in passing flash white hot;
Like a scandalous midnight, the
Door is locked behind them....

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Time ticks by there's no time to cry
You can only turn a blind eye
The world is ready to horrify
And I wont stick around to say goodbye
While I solidify
You try to justify these actions that terrify
It will petrify and mummify
They wont mystify or mollify
As you just stand there stultified

3/15/2017...

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I am a tomb of ancient bloom.
I was young once, and pretty.

Now that I am of middle age,
and beauty fades, I must adjust.

To being unseen, no beauty queen.
I must not dance or prance about.

Although inside I dance still.
No one sees the pretty me.

I am a tomb, must I mummify?
Damn it all, I refuse to die.

Still slip on my dancing shoes.
Close my eyes, get in the groove.

Imagine all eyes still upon me.
This acient bloom won't go soon....

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Forest trees are defrosted
by rains -
they look as though they
were frozen through time,
only to wait for spring
to boast their greenness.

As the hands of time move,
the trees protect birds,
chipmunks, and lovers
from the burning sun.

Later,
with no shade to give,
and no burning sun,
the trees begin to shed
their leaves,
creating a natural carpet
all around them.

Naked and wary,
they wait for winter to mummify them....



Date: 04/04/2016...

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