Tag: Poetry

#tbt

I found a dedication,

made out to you,

from a book I had never finished,

in fact, not even begun.

I claimed to have missed you,

though I can’t imagine why

since all you ever did

was make your little sister cry.

© Autumn Siders 2016

Sinister

I was writing a story,

a tale of love forbidden,

and ink flowed from my left hand

as my black cat purred away, hidden.

The townspeople dragged me out

and beat me, sure to make a scene,

pointing out all I did wrong

and how I was sinister indeed.

They laughed and they cheered

at the violence they created

and the blood flowed freely

onto the red street they illustrated.

Whatever I had done wrong

it seemed I would never quite know;

my sins were too great to mention

yet they were sure of every blow.

Sinister, I may have been to some,

but the real sin witnessed there

is in an uncompleted work of art

and an orphaned black cat without a prayer.

© Autumn Siders 2016

Not a Peep

Ugh, she’s like a broken record

and she just won’t quit.

I can’t get a second of peace;

her voice, I don’t like one bit.

All I want to do is sleep

can’t she see that I have settled in?

Her voice rings through my dreams

there is no way for me to win.

And when I actually want her,

she has the nerve to fall asleep

sometimes I dare not wake her

since finally, I hear not a peep.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2016

My Heart Aches

She must set a world record

for being oh so cute.

Every second with her is peaceful;

for her gentle purr, there is no substitute.

All I want to do is tell her

how she has settled in my heart.

She is all I ever dream of

and I never want to part.

I always want her near

and hope she stays awake

for when she is asleep

she makes my heart ache.

© Autumn Siders 2016

Rich in Love

The cans rattle along behind

making almost as much noise

as the car that pulls them.

–

Two souls unite in the front seat

of a rusty bucket with wheels

taking them to their next stop.

–

With only $20 to her new name

and five more in recycled cans,

the two tally their worth.

–

Richer than most, these two are,

since their value is not in things,

but in the bond they made in this car.

© Autumn Siders 2016

#tbt

Two more days

until I see you again

and I just can’t wait

to see how you’ve been.

–

I think of all we can do

and how to spend the time with you.

–

How perfect it will all be;

I have waited so patiently.

–

Two more days

and I don’t have to see you anymore.

I just can’t wait

until you finally walk out the door.

© Autumn Siders 2011

Waldo

I have never been able to find

that which I seek;

perhaps because I am seeking

I am really just weak.

Waiting helps not either

as I have waited many years

and never had good things come

nor conquered any fears.

The problem now must be

not in how I seek or wait

but that what I have coming

is simply up to fate.

© Autumn Siders 2016