Tag: Poetry

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Stepping out into the sun,

I shield my eyes from light

after living so long in the dark

even a candle would be bright.

I have morphed into a creature

unlike what anyone has seen

but I am happier this way

at least my soul is clean.

© Autumn Siders 2006

The Thing with Feathers

Hope most certainly has feathers-

and he perches on my soul-

he sings the tunes-and-the words-

which in my heart, never stop at all-

And sweetest- from my Webster- is heard-

and no storm so harsh could ever-

deter my little bird-

who warms my heart-

I’ve heard him in the morn and night-

and at my weakest on my knees-

and always- despite all efforts-

he leaves a crumb- for me.

© Autumn Siders 2016

To My Bird

I taught you the ways of the world

like how to make a human

cater to your every whim.

I taught you to make noise

when you want their attention

really do anything, go out on limb.

I taught you to make messes,

or maybe it was you who shared

the best way to leave the crumbs.

I taught you to cover your ears

whenever there is any noise

including those damn drums.

I taught you all of this and still

it seems as though your lessons

in love were somehow greater.

You helped me become a family cat

but I would still try to eat you

but not because I am a traitor.

So, let it be known, that no other

can ever abuse or attempt harm

to you, my bird and my brother.

So much as a cat can proclaim,

my love to you, I do unless anyone asks

then I don’t even know your name.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2016

Draft

I was thinking about you,

just the other day,

as I sat alone in the study

as pondered by myself

exactly what you would say.

I knew that if you were here

you would have some insight

or even lend an ear

to this friend soul lost in flight.

Then, like a sign from above

Suddenly, there came a sign the door blew open

perhaps a the work of your craft

or maybe it was nothing more

than just a simple draft.

© Autumn Siders 2016

Take a Leap

Every four years

we get an extra day

to do with what we please,

not to waste it away.

We carry on

as the soldiers we are

and change nothing at all

which never gets us far.

For 366 days

is a luxury indeed

as we always wish for one more

in our hasty greed.

One extra day

may not seem like much

but spend it being grateful

and don’t use it as a crutch.

© Autumn Siders 2016