Like the moon showing her face
with the backdrop of blue sky,
you are a gentle contradiction
in a certain beholder’s eye.
An early spring anomaly,
or a bitter fall day,
your leaves are always changing
as you leave sunshine in your wake.
Hopeless and hopeful,
my ragged heart beats on,
hanging on the words you say
wondering if it’s night or dawn.
Tag: Poetry
Happenstance
Purely happenstance,
but a delight nonetheless.
Serendipity.
© autumn Siders 2018
Prime
Under the wire,
in the nick of time
a task completed
to save a dime.
Over the hill
and out of time
and to think once
you were in your prime.
© Autumn Siders 2018
Best That You’ll See
When will you get it?
I do what I want.
So no matter your wishes
I’ll go on this jaunt.
I’ll sleep in this bed
and I’ll eat on this shelf.
I’ll do as I please;
it’s good for my health.
Your commands are pointless
and your wishes for not.
Your demand are futile
and your hopes, distraught.
But look on the bright side
at least you’ve got me
and I know for a fact
I’m the best you’ll ever see.
© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2018
Battle of the Bands
The strings don’t twang
like the steel pedal guitar
but they beat the country back,
a classical superstar.
An instrumental interlude
overlaps movement two
and cowboy boots start tapping,
the conductors baton eschewed.
Each ensemble battles,
vying for center stage
and music to my ears
mingles on the page.
The battle lingers on
but the end is soon near
as static takes the waves
and each station becomes unclear.
© Autumn Siders 2018
Resting My Head
Coming home
is defined by
returning to you.
My heart yearns
for your warmth
and all that you do.
Resting my head
is a simple feat,
yes it’s true.
As long as it rests
in the proximity
of beautiful you.
© Autumn Siders 2018
#tbt
Are you just visiting
or are you here to stay?
I’ve never had someone
last more than just a day.
Are you in it forever
or just for tonight?
I’ve never known a lover
who could bring me to the light.
Are you sure this is what you want
and not just what you need?
I’d rather you leave now
than leave my heart out to grieve.
Are you an open book
or a mystery in sheath?
Perhaps if you leave now
tomorrow will be a relief.
© Autumn Siders 2014
Mancha
Impossible dream
or perhaps living nightmare.
Monsters on the wind.
© Autumn Siders 2018
Migraine
It starts small,
you don’t even notice
to begin
and then that annoying ache
keeps crying,
“let me in, let me in.”
Your vision blurs
and your temples throb
and the light burns
and the world spins.
Soon you can’t think,
you can’t stand,
even sitting
is an act so grand.
The day is done,
there is no carrying on
so I fade to black
and let my mind be gone.
© Autumn Siders 2018
Burned and Stained
Human life may be worth something
but humanity has yet to prove it’s worth.
Each passing day my heart sinks
deeper into the rotten earth.
Every soul that crosses my path
seems only to look out for one being
instead of finding out that others
can do good instead of just sting.
When humanity is all but gone
and love and compassion fled,
what is left of planet earth
will be burned black and stained red.
Autumn Siders 