Sunday, July 27, 2014
Saturday, July 26, 2014
I see them each time I leave the elevator.
The blue white wrinkled forms asleep
like a blue haze, everywhere. The seem to
have taken root. Lifeless legs clothed in
multicolored cheap fabric. Thick roots grow
down into the blue carpeting. Oh god I must
keep moving or I will become one of them.
The dinner bell rings and they awaken slowly
as if from a dream. They wheel themselves
towards food. What food I know not. I must
leave here. I must run. Oh God give me hope
wrinkled forms come near
my heart pounds with in my breast
run run run away.
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Monday, July 7, 2014
Sunday, July 6, 2014
as I leave my home for the last time
I shall take with me but memories.
our little blue house once filled with
the laughter of children. now silent,
empty only ghosts walk there.. I leave
behind my heart and my love and my tears.
he is gone now and the house is no longer
alive.as I hold him tight within my heart,
everything we once loved rests there too.
passing years have fled
oak trees roots so deep and wide
ghosts now walk my home
Friday, July 4, 2014
curious old man
rooted slowly through garbage
something brought to mind
an image of times past
when music was his life's love
music filled his days
mind dimmed with darkness
once he played the saxophone
notes rising so clear
as once were his eyes
love of my life still hear me
hurry back my love
Thursday, July 3, 2014
the last time I was there
looking out over our flower filled yard,
I knew it would be my last visit.
there high on a metal pole was our little blue bird house
hung so many years ago and filled each spring with a nest.
sweet musical sounds came softly from with in,
as each new nest filled with life.
deep within my heart I wished that you were with me once more
holding my hand as you whistle a soft melody answered by a sweet refrain.
But now as I leave forever, I wonder will some else love this tiny blue
house as much as we did.