If you have been a reader of my musings for some time then you know I throw you a curve and change the form of the musing now and then.
Well it’s time for a curve again. It is free form poems. (no rhyming needed) Also, along with a new poem (immediately below), I thought I’d toss in one of my older ones.
The Residue of the Storm
The day was bright and sunny,
No thought of what was to come.
That morning brought puffs of clouds,
And words suggested a pleasant day.
But hour by hour, clouds blotted the sky,
Low thundering of words presaged the storm.
The wind now stronger, blew words to and fro,
The day now not as pleasant as before.
The rain soaked the vows drop by drop,
The roll of thunderous words echoed cross the sky
The lightning words sliced the sky,
So many flashes that they filled the sky.
The roar of the thunder words heard by all
Pouring down in a deluge of rage.
The fury of the storm frightened two children small
Who clung to each other for comfort, support.
As quickly as it erupted, the storm waned, then stopped,
The fury of the destroying rain and wind finally gone.
The thunder of words now just a silence,
The feeling of joy – torn, tattered and shattered.
The storm had ended, the road now forked,
The paper legally said it all.
But two lonely children were still shaken, still scared,
For they were the residue of the storm.
Copyright © 2015
Time and Me
Before there was time, there was my childhood.
Before there was time there was my innocence.
Before there was time there was only now.
I did not search for time or knew of its existence.
When there was time, there was my youth.
When there was time, it raced before me.
When there was time, then there was tomorrow.
I knew of time but I never could catch it.
Now there is time and there is my age.
Now there is time and I race before it.
Now there is time but there isn’t enough.
I know of time and it is chasing me.
Copyright © 2015