You are so quick to judge
when you haven’t got a clue
yet you say you’re not judgmental
and that’s all I see you do.
–
Never once did you stop to think
what it might be like for another
but from up so high it’s hard to see
that one of us is not so unlike the other.
–
That troubled child, all covered in ink
is not as troubled as you seem to think
and that woman put so tightly together seems
so perfect, but all the while is fraying at the seams.
I hear the people talking,
as if they think I don’t hear,
about a friendly visit
that happens once a year.
They say there will be baskets
filled with chocolate and cheer.
brought to us with care
from a pair of floppy ears.
Well I am sure not one for chocolate
and no cat exhibits cheer,
so take the contents back
but leave the basket here.
| Congratulations on the baby! | You look a lot skinnier now. |
| Happy Earth Day! | I bought you some property on Mars for when we finish destroying the planet. |
| April showers bring May flowers… | This is my subtle way of saying you should shower. |
| Happy Opening Day! | Just don’t bring your kids to the clubhouse. |
| *When daffodils begin to peer… | Bring out the Benadryl! |
Moonlight Sonata played in the background
as I tried to comprehend
the trials and the tribulations
that ultimately led to our end.
But it wasn’t just one incident
or even several bound together;
our demise came about simply
because there was no bond to sever.
The faint memory of you
lingers on the edge of my brain
as I struggle to remember,
my heart feels the strain.
It has been a while since I have shared any short stories with you, so it must be time to get writing. A while back I shared some fortunes created from a book, The Good Fortune Cookie, and I thought that might be a good way to get the creative juices flowing again. Cast your vote for which statement you would like to see be the inspiration for the story and I will try to post it next week. I hate to make promises and not keep them, so it may be a bit longer than a week, but I shall try my best.
The only journey
to complete before death is
one to find yourself.
Your lipstick stained my shirt.
My bitterness stained your soul.
It was never my intention
but it was your heart that I stole.
–
I should feel some remorse
or even a twinge of regret
but my favorite shirt was ruined
by your lipstick stain that set.
I have been instructed to write a poem about Sunday.
Sleeping
Until
Noon
Doesn’t
Actually…
Yawn, goodnight.
A circle is supposed to be perfect
with no end and no beginning.
I would rather walk along
a jagged and imperfect form
with no answer as to where
on this lonely planet I will end
than to take the slightest chance
I would end up full circle,
back with you.
Autumn Siders 