The great beyond we can only speculate
A Garden of Eden or nothingness
What awaits us are we foregiven for our sins
Or is there nothingness
A wonderland of great riches beyond description
Until we pass through the Pearly Gates
It is only for us to imagine the glory beyond
When we hit the bottom of despair
We can't imagine ever recovering from this plight
It is only for us to speculate
I Speculate, Why?
Oh, dark, mysterious, starry sky,
appraising you, I speculate, why?
Round this planet, humans stand,
in this endless universe, so grand,
on this microscopic cosmic stone-
its deepest secrets still unknown.
Yet, earth, minuscule by compare-
grows with prime life everywhere.
Will we pursue encounters, share-
or bide as miracle extraordinaire?
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Favorite Poem Written- March 31-April 6, 2019
Sponsor: Lu Loo
Judged: 04/17/2019
She speculated in the morning that the dump truck might not come.
But it did.
So she worried that it might fall apart in front of her driveway, blocking her in,
But it did not.
She then speculated that the garbage man might ask her for a cool drink of water,
So she took it out,
But by the time she had laboriously climbed the sixteen outside steps
And finally arrived at the curb, the enormous green garbage truck was gone.
She speculated that the driver had sped up so he would not have to drink her water.
Not entertaining a single thought that she might have been wrong.
She is luxuriously swinging in her freshly-painted porch swing now,
Worrying over and over that her mailman might trip over the rusty garden rake
That her husband left lying across their sidewalk last night.
What if he breaks his neck? She thought.
What will we do then?
Will he sue us?
She spent the whole
Day worrying and
Speculating.
Never thinking
To simply
Move the
Rake.
I was up so late Now I cant
Hold my eyes open or concentrate
I really can't speculate
What kept me up so late
What possessed me
To be so careless and free
How this all messes with my mind
That everything I do feels like I am lagging behind
Oh how I wish I could rewind
Instead, I just want to fall out and unwind
Because I was up so late
Now it's not possible to concentrate
It's just crazy how no sleep makes me feel
Like my brain is out to lunch
And everything is a big deal
One thing is for sure
I got no business behind a wheel
Because I can hardly peel my eyelids open
To see what is in front of me
All I know is they are really sloping
And all I want to do is more moping
Just hoping that I can make something out of this day
All I can say when we want
To stay up late so we can play
It cost so much more than just
To next day in such a big way
So if I can sway you from wasting your next day
Because you want to stay up to play
It's way easier to just right off and throw away
Because you were up so late
Now it's not possible to concentrate
So nearly a month has gone by,
apart from each other in the blink on an eye.
Has anything changed between us?
Our wounded hearts laden with puss.
A fatal infection with only one logical treatment,
yet all attempts on my part have failed, I feel so spent.
All I feel is contempt from the one I love,
a failed bonding only I am worthy of.
Why can't I do anything right?
Is there any hope for me on this Christmas Eve night?
Wishing I could snap my fingers and make this pain go away,
grief and uncertainty in my mind so heavily weigh.
Are there any comforting words in that heart so scared and tired?
Do any of the words I say or type leave you somewhat inspired?
Fear is illusive, you can bury it, face it or let it run your life,
use it as a excuse and live your days in strife.
I can only speculate that this phase will soon end,
my only optimism to come home again.