Old age
Most of the time
Like watching a balloon flying away Knocking into a spider web
Wearing wrong shoes or different shoes
Locked on bed feeling fatigue
Being left in pitch darkness
Helpless
Memories run loose
Sadness and happiness
All jumble up and slowly fading away
Like water dripping
Through the fingers
Unpreventable
Retreating from public
The world becomes smaller and smaller
Feeling closer with the family Loneliness
One day suddenly facing a path
Leading to the unknown and infinity
Hesitate to wander
Fear to wander
But keep seeking
Hoping to find God
This very moment
Maybe the first time in life
A miracle
Categories:
unpreventable, fear, feelings, god, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
Weepy and willowy
purple and greening…
Green and purpling vines,
Landowners between the lines.
Beyond the willowing pines,
Spring’s surplusity sublime.
Weepy and willowy
purple and greening…
Conifers a leap, in front of creek,
reminiscent-flooding was not meek.
Caught in my wide eye that week —
the bubbling serendipitous freak.
Weepy and willowy
purple and greening…
Wraparound fence a lá wisteria blooms.
Honey and carpenter bees, hornets zoom,
‘round about its heady-cocktail’d perfume.
All aboard the buzz of springtide costume.
Weepy and willowy
purple and greening
Spring is a-leaping and lording
raising a poet’s pulse, an unpreventable affording
of contentment—
sickness of singing feathers, courting
unforgettable fetters
of magical colors, supporting
one’s cause for rhyming
hypnotic, its timing…
3/31/2021
Categories:
unpreventable, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
I’m here
Once again alone
Maybe I’ve always meant to be this way
So no one can hurt me
But that is unpreventable
I hurt myself
Every single day
Whether physically
Or even emotional
Its controllable
From my waking thoughts
To my deepest dreams
All I know is
I’m sick of it all
Life
The unburnable pain
Everything
Categories:
unpreventable, anger,
Form: Free verse
What life has to do with unpreventable death,
if all I do is live without scope or time...
not being the least aware of loss of breath?
These years are lived with remorseful treason,
being afraid of losing my battle...
while fate scorns me with constant derision!
Who lived an existence of tormenting thoughts,
bearing pain without emitting a single moan,
and hiding them well behind false pretensions?
All I have left is this faith glowing in the shadows of winter...
it diverges any wind that might put it out with a strong blow,
but determined to keep it burning: neither I fret nor shiver!
Angry fate, cast no stones...my end must come abruptly;
strike me with the sharpest spear and spare me agony.
Categories:
unpreventable, death, fear, life, pain,
Form: Terza Rima