Category: Poetry

How Do You Know

How do you know?

How do you know when it is real or just a dream?

When you are running as fast as you can and still you hear it chasing you

so you run faster.

If it’s a dream, then why do you feel that little breeze

across your cheek like you are being softly touched as they passed you?

Why do you feel the fingers of fear running up and down your spine if

it is just a dream?

The sweat is running down your face soaking your shirt, you sit on the curb for just

a minute to collect your thoughts when you see a shadow in the street light.

The shadow moves toward you slowly at first then it picks up speed so you

get up and start running again.

You notice that the sky is getting lighter. It will be dawn soon, but that doesn’t stop

the shadow. It keeps coming.

All of a sudden you recognize your street and soon you see your house. You

run up the steps and unlock your door as quickly as you can. You are safe inside.

When you awaken, you lay there to collect your thoughts. Then you remember

your dream. Sitting up on the side of the bed, you see your running shoes, your

shirt is thrown across the chair.

Getting up, you check your shoes and they are wet and muddy and your shirt

is soaked. You gather them up to throw in the wash and out of the corner

of your eye, you see a shadow move quickly across the room.

Was it real, or just a dream? How do you know?

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