I sit, I watch, I wait.
You stare, you eat, you scurry.
I crouch, I tense, I wait.
You groom, you wonder, you worry.
I pounce, you run.
I chase, it’s fun.
You hide, I wait,
not on time, but on fate.
Tag: Poetry
She
“Let it be so,”
her voice boomed
this command.
And with one fell swoop,
she destroyed all the land.
“For too long
they have taken
and not returned
the fruit of the earth
and then leave it burned.
From this point on,
let it be known,
that She is not
something you own.”
The windows shattered
and the ground shook
as the rain pattered
hitting every nook.
The ground split
and the seas rose
and life ceased
as the book closed.
“And it is so,”
a mere whisper in the dark
just waiting,
waiting,
waiting
for a
spark.
© Autumn Siders 2017
Signifying Nothing
This brief candle
has been flickering all too long
just holding out,
hoping the Scot was wrong.
The sound and fury
have overstated their stance
by this fool of a woman
who has wasted every chance.
It’s true that this tale
needed desperately to be told,
but if no one will listen
it’s soon tainted with mold.
The hour is up
and the crowd must go home
since there is no significance
to an unread poem.
© Autumn Siders 2017
#tbt
Cold and bitter,
lashing away,
making flesh raw.
Colors change
as life departs
on a one-way trip.
Dark and dreary,
a blanket of night,
making eyes blind.
Wounds won’t heal
as deep as bone,
all alone.
© Autumn Siders 2009
Humming
Humming soothes the soul
like a gentle songbird’s tune;
music can heal all.
© Autumn Siders 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 