In The Still Of The Morning
In the still of the morning,
In my empty room,
Last word echoes
And things unsaid
Swirl around my feet
Like a brindled cat
Looking for attention.
A few colored hairs
And the memory;
words better left unsaid.
But cruelty spoke
And doors slammed
Are all I have left
In the still of the morning.
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Neglect
Neglect is never what the dictionary says.
Left alone I am capable of being destroyed
Like that old barn that serves no purpose.
The cows ain’t coming home no more.
Left alone I am capable of being destroyed,
Forgotten by the world that moved on.
Leaving time, tides, and the wind to work,
Slowly breaking down with the elements.
Like that old barn that serves no purpose,
But I stand as a sentinel; solemn reminder
Of where we once were as a family,
Solid, sure, and built to last forever.
The cows ain’t coming home no more,
As they say, they have all moved away,
Leaving me with just memory and thoughts,
And neglect, like a worn, dusty dictionary.
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PATIENCE
Planted by birds
Along a dusty sidewalk,
Tramped into a crack
In a concrete path
Easily overlooked,
Now a mighty maple,
Causing an upheaval,
Easing cement aside.
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Time Of Year
This is the time of year
To remember and dream.
This is the time of year
To ponder and plan.
This is the time of year
To look both ways.
Before crossing off days
And starting anew.
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