Saturday, May 30, 2015

Strings

I built the strings
That allowed me to
Twiddle my fingers
With a questioning pose

I studied the strings
Crossed my knees justly
Pointing my eyes
To all these and those

A man who had strings
Came up beside me
Turning his head
With that jittery tic

He pulled his arm up
And wrapped it around
Smiling with eyes
Rolling marbles that click

His strings mimed voices
And carried a smile
Like a silent picture that moves
All stuccoed heart and fair

He jawed out his promises
Of love and of truth
Like no scissor no knife
Would cut his strings bare

His strings weren’t made of
Truth and trust
Weren’t comprised of
Fearlessness and care

He was a man who used
His strings as a trap
Not a beautiful orchestra
But a jolting snare



Sunday, May 24, 2015

That Ship Has Sailed


My Oh My
How that ship has sailed
Left on the bank
Waving to those who prevailed

How on earth
Did it get so late
(Sealing my fate)
Did it get so dark
(Never making my mark)
Did it get so cold
(Growing so old)

With nothing but a mirror
Showing me the way
Depicting my history
(In my lines, my decay)

My Oh My
How that ship has sailed
Left on the bank
Waving to those who prevailed

How did it happen
No children on knees
                (a giggle and squeeze)
No soft whispered nothings
                (that mean so many somethings)
No white shuttered house
                (2.5 kids and a spouse)

With nothing but a past
Showing roads less taken
Depicting my days
                (A meaningless display)
               
My Oh My
How that ship has sailed
Left on the bank
Waving to those who prevailed