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I Heard a Phone Buzz…
The buzz from my phone
jolts me awake
and I stare first at you
before I attempt to take
the call coming through
that beckons me back
to the lonely and real world
that somehow seems black.
I swipe my finger left
and throw the phone to the floor
and turn back to you
to be in the light once more.
© Autumn Siders 2016
Are You Decent?
Forgotten
I had this great idea
right on the tip of my mind,
but by the time it reached my mouth
the great part was left behind.
A distant memory lingered
just waiting to break free
but no matter how I tried
this idea just ceased to be.
All the forgotten ideas
must have some place to go
someday I hope to find them
and free them from their woe.
© Autumn Siders 2016
Wilted
A rainy day
the April way
and my thirst
is quenched.
A sunny day
sometime in May
and all seems
so well.
The warming sun
June is on the run
and I trail
absently behind.
The boiling sun
and July has begun
and the heat is hard
to handle.
A thunder shower
brings August the power
but I seem weaker by
the hour.
No more showers
September has no flowers
and for the first time I see
I am wilted.
© Autumn Siders 2016
#tbt
Every Thursday I reminisce
on all the life I miss
while I am stuck in my head
keeping my soul fed
and I know for sure
that being a connoisseur
of words and feelings
is by far more healing
than posting a photo
of me 30 pounds ago.
© Autumn Siders 2016
Impulse
A sudden impulse
can change the course of a life
sailing the wrong way.
© Autumn Siders 2016
Going for Broken
The Greeks break plates. The Polish break glass. Every couple follows different traditions to ensure the luck and longevity of their union. I haven’t been to many weddings, but two I attended seem to be setting a new trend. Whether or not this will catch on is hard to say, but this method better do the trick because it asks a lot of one lucky wedding guest.
I attended a wedding last summer in which the mother of a bride ended up with two broken fingers at the end of the evening. The wedding was great and the couple is still together and happily married almost a year later! We know how much that means in today’s society of 15 minute marriages. While the mother may end up with some early arthritis in those fingers, she really stepped up to make sure her daughter has a long and happy marriage.
I was the lucky guest at the second wedding. My only problem is, I am not sure if it is broken. The wound is just to my distal phalanx (I don’t care what you say, I don’t watch too much Bones) and not the whole finger. Is this enough to ensure the happiness of these newlyweds? If it is not really broken, is it all in vain?
I say we go back to breaking things that symbolize something good but that are not parts of the human body. Or maybe the new tradition could be putting all of the broken plates and glasses back together since a marriage is about making two halves into a whole.
Memorial Day
Memories of people we have lost
Everyone together
Many honorable men
Our family and friends
Rest in peace
In lots of places where wars took place
A day to remember
Loved ones we lost
–
Dead soldiers whom we honor
A very special day
Young boys who never got to be men.
© Autumn Siders 2001
Bobby and Tamara <3
A single soul dwells in two bodies
for just as long as it is able
and when those two bodies meet
that soul becomes unstable.
It knows without a doubt
that it can be separate no longer
and that the two must unite
because that way they are stronger.
Whatever trials they must face
from here on out, they will together
because the soul they share is strong
and the love they share is forever.

