Tag: My Poem

Just Like That

Just like that

We were airborne.

Climbing thousands

Of feet in elevation. 

A rough take off, 

Just like our talking. 

Stephen Hawking said

It doesn’t have to be that way. 

It takes a man sitting immobile

For years on his wheelchair

To tell us not to bitch and moan

About every perceived slight. 

Talking and listening leads us

Out of this self-made hell.

Don’t pick a side. 

Don’t pick a fight. 

Pick a time to heal. 

Good Poetry

Good Poetry

 

Something in me wants

To scream. It’s all those

Qualifiers like

Good

Great

Best

 

The world swallows me

Like an unchewed bit of beef

 

I am the lone hiker

With a leg pinned

Beneath a fallen rock

 

Keep hollering or die

The Cricket

The Cricket

 

I was outside in the sunshine

And you somehow landed on

My black coat laid on the bench.

 

Without a thought

I reached down

 

Curled my middle finger

under my thumb,

 

And sent you tumbling through

The air with a power flick of my finger.

 

Thinking you would just

 

Shake yourself off and move on

You just lay on your side twitching.

 

When I touched you with my shoe tip –

 

nothing.

 

You died and I felt real sorrow.

I wanted you gone, not dead.

 

 

All you wanted

Was the warmth

Of my black jacket

 

On that cool

October day.

 

When we met

 

I thought

of myself

 

not

 

you.

FROM: Writing in Sand