Humming soothes the soul
like a gentle songbird’s tune;
music can heal all.
Month: September 2017
Beautiful
Beautiful is one thing
I never wish to be
since beauty can fade
and turn to obscenity.
Beautiful is one thing
I could just do without
since beauty shrouds the truth,
leaving only doubt.
Beautiful is one thing
I never can avoid
since beauty holds my heart
making all thoughts devoid.
Beautiful is only one thing
while there are more things of import
since beauty means nothing
without compassion and support.
© Autumn Siders 2017
The Chair
Thanks for the chair,
I don’t have enough
in fact the one I am on
is just not up to snuff.
Give me a minute
and I’ll check it out.
Just cool your horses,
you don’t have to shout.
I don’t understand
what you’re rambling about
but I’ve decided to stay
so why do you pout?
This chair, it will do,
it’s comfortable to me.
Just bring me a blanket
and a spot of tea.
Oh, you think this is yours?
Well, we’ll just have to see
since all of this house
belongs to beautiful me.
© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017
Crowned
Save the date,
mark it down
for the days fly fast
when you wear the crown.
Place your bets,
put your money down,
wait your turn
while you wear that frown.
Pride comes before
you fall farther down,
your face painted
like a sideshow clown.
Save the date,
mark it down,
feel the weight
of that burdened crown.
© Autumn Siders 2017
Clarity
I was never one for clarity
as I wander in the dark
from point a to b
without a single spark.
My musings love their space
to unfold and stretch and consume
all the ragged pieces
of my soul once exhumed.
Light of day, what’s the point?
When all I need to see
lies in wait behind my eyelids,
yearning to be free.
© Autumn Siders 2017
#tbt
Last man standing
was the first to rise
and battled his way,
no fear in his eyes
as the merciless foe
took his disguise,
enjoying each moment
of desperate cries
and knowing each breath
filled the air with lies
as the last man standing
stares while he dies.
© AUtumn Siders 2008
Struck by Lightning
Electricity
sparks crackling between us two.
What are the chances?
© Autumn Siders 2017
Past Scars
Each scar has its own story,
a place and time
you will never be.
Still, you ask
and I will answer
with a vague
recollection
that will not suffice.
The past will stay the past,
just as it should be,
and you will carry on
with or without me.
© Autumn Siders 2017
Daylight Beckons
The morning fog has lifted
and my coffee’s all but gone.
The songbirds eat their breakfast
and forget about their song.
The day is starting new,
at least for some that’s true,
but my day just adds on
to a night already so long.
My eyes would love to close
and catch a wink or two,
but daylight beckons
and I’ve many things to do.
© Autumn Siders 2017
Call It a Day
Time to call it a day
after all that I’ve done;
a cat’s work is endless
and I don’t stop ’til I’ve won.
Back and forth I run,
at least a time or two,
but you should fetch that ball
since I’ve got napping to do.
Autumn Siders 