Saturday, wouldst be Sadder Day
nineteen seventy-five
purple skies dusk twilight display
friend and I, still alive
Sleepyheads, car seats unbuckled
Russian roulette enroute
shut eyes refused a wakeup call
rabbit foot wore a boot
Squirming confirming not our time
go get out while you can
opportunity just-in-time
two tired souls and more than
Clueless me, whys and wherefores
reveal relevancy
this, that, and all those therefores
transcends generously
Once upon a time when I was a little girl
I knew the sun fairy quite intimately
It SEEMS SO LONG AGO since I was UP EARLY
For day breaks first kiss of sunlight
I bathed in the sparkling dew
and cast gold dust over sun’s first rays
To wake the flowers and start the birdsong
Then watching in the gentle light
As sleepyheads start to toss, FULL OF PEP, arise
I’d follow winding paths to wake the apples
Find the gardens already stretching
I’d twirl about with the adrenaline of wakefulness
Oh, BUT I DID LOVE THEM, those EARLY MORNINGS long ago
I’M PAST MY PRIME now, as fairies go
And another has taken my ethereal sun wings
To dance with sunbeams in a tango for two
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Written: 8-6-2019
Lights dawning
Sleepyheads yawning
Babies crying
Mothers sighing
Coffee pouring
Busses roaring
Winds shifting
Debris drifting
Laborers hurrying
Rats scurrying
Teen-agers snoring
Alarm clocks ignoring
Stoplights blinking
Drivers unthinking
Airplanes arriving
Passengers surviving
Tender hearts
Works of art
Lovers part
A new day starts
I wrote about the love thats in your eyes,
The love I hold for you in each smile
And then, I feel the sting of your hand,
And the cut of your words,
That slices me like a knife through paper,
A serated blade.
And for what,
Because I had to go in early,
Because I lost your e-cigerette,
Though you've lost mine six billion times,
Which is why I no longer have it.
Because I wasnt fast enough to give you your smokes.
Why?
Just so you can ruin Christmas for me,
Like you ruined my Birthday,
Like my mother ruined my life.
Oh how you would love to know,
That Ive just compared you to the one woman you hate,
You utterly despise,
You loath.
And yet you treat me the exact way she did,
With bitter words,
And a hand that hits,
And no regard for the tears I cry.
And to think,
This started off as a good morning,
With hugs and kisses,
snuggles in bed,
Five more minutes,
We were both sleepyheads,
You said Merry Christmas eve,
And I said it first,
It started as a good day,
For all it was worth.
When you hear the whippoorwill
and cricket on the window sill.
When tree frogs chirp their merry song
you know then it wont be long
until the fairies play
When sunlight fades to softest hue,
and flowers bathe in dew,
and Sleepyheads in Sandman’s care
retire in magic, nightly air.
They dance and sing ‘til break of dawn.
In forests, glens, on children’s lawn,
and as the sunlight floods the hills,
their song will fade ‘til all is still.
The fairies go away.
© Jul 2011 Charles Henderson
Mistleaneous
Children waiting, contemplating;
tree lightings; reindeer sightings;
decorations; toy donations;
food galore; help feed the poor;
evergreen; Nativity scene;
cookies baking; baby's waking;
Church at midnight; candles bright;
presents wrapped; wallet's tapped!
Lights out; Santa's about;
each door is locked; no chimney's blocked;
parents sleeping; no peeping;
early morn; Christ is born;
kittens mewing; coffee's brewing;
wind's roaring; Dad's still snoring;
bags of paper; toddlers caper;
long parade; breakfast is made;
boxes tossed; batteries lost;
crayons broken; kind words spoken;
happy faces; sled races;
mistletoes; ice cold nose;
stay inside; snowsuits dried;
dinner's ready; bring old Teddy!
Heaping plate; no one is late;
dishes cleaned; windows steamed;
tummies aching; picture-taking;
T.V. show; fire's low;
kids in beds (sleepyheads);
Christmas cheer? The best this year!
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