Month: October 2017

The Landfill (Earth)

From the eyes of some Alien Nation

They come across a landfill

Mounds and mounds of trash and stench

They look at each other

Their long tapering fingers

Scratching their heads in wonder

Without the need for speech

They communicate their dislike

To each other and wonder how

Or why earth people choose

To live this way

If they would only listen

It is so easy to live without

All of the trash and stench

This disposable society in

Which they choose to live

Is so unnecessary

This Alien Nation tried so

many years ago to help

this earth colony to no avail

Once again they looked

At each other, shook their heads

And flew back to their home

After all, it is their choice

They know we exist and choose

To ignore the warning signs

Let them live in their

Trash and their stench

Where Did I Go Wrong

Like a bolt of lightening

Has struck my heart

Not knowing where or when

I should have tried harder

Tried a different type of

Discipline when small

Where did I go wrong

When young it was so easy

To correct and address wrong doing

As a teen you start seeing problems

Wondering how to get their attention

To get them moving in the right direction

Chastisement is a joke as you see

Their eyes glaze over and you know

That they are not listening so you stop

Where did I go wrong

Calls come in the middle of the night now

No longer can he resist he needs help

But the calls come not to talk or ask advice

Just calling for money or getting out of trouble

It’s the norm these days and just like that

They cease to exist and leave no trace

Where did I go wrong with my love

A Stick And Some String

I wonder how the idea of crochet came about

stick and string

Did they try and try and fail and pout

Makes you wonder how they came to ponder

that one would even try to conjure

Why they would persist at anythingstick and string 2

With a little stick and some string

Retrogrades

It brings me closer than I thought it might

Been feeling strange and not like myself now

These retrogrades moving at speed of light

Bowling me over like it was a plow

Not letting me move with usual grace

Just hoping I don’t lose my faith and trust

Wishing for room a bit of breathing space

There are some things I’ll have to readjust

And maybe use a little Angel dust

The Closet

girl-book-light-dark-reading-collage-lying-night-grass-giantWhen I was small

I had a closet

And in this closet was

My space, mine alone.

It kept me safe and

In it I made my nest

Of blankets and pillows

Ever so soft and with

Book and flashlight

I would stay for hours

Hidden behind clothes and coats

This closet went back beyond

Where things could be stored

And became my refuge

It was warm and I could dream

Of unicorns and fairies

Yes, this closet was mine and

It kept me safe