Sunday, November 26, 2017

2017 Chapbook Challenge November:Day 26 Writers Digest/A Sunny Poem -- The Sunday Whirl/ Empty Shell

A Thick Cloud of Ash Drifts Over Bali

the weather report predicts     a “dry and warm”  winter           many sunshiny days predicted

the sun rises                             each morning                           “sunny and mild”

each day there is no change      “mostly sunny”                         i long for snow

transformation                         winter white                             gloves and boots

when it snows                          i know                                     it is really winter

sun every day                does not a winter make                        i wonder

am i stranded in another land        or a time warp                     is it global warming                 

each shiny day              turns into another                                day just like the day before

perhaps this change      is how it will be                                    years without winter               

from this day forward              the new normal                        “partly sunny and cooler”        

you will notice                         it does not say                          “cold”                                     

a warm winter              seems to be without event        report just in

volcano erupts             flights canceled                       thick cloud of ash drifts over Bali

November 26, 2017

Note:  When it comes to the weather, if it is not one thing, it is another.  

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The Sunday Whirl

Empty Shell


simple without complications   i stand before you        there is no puzzle

all is straightforward                 i open my hands           reveal all that is

nothing hidden                         in the darkness             i look up

wish upon a star                       my wish is for you        have i made a mistake

is it like a birthday wish            made when blowing out the candles     if you tell it                 

it won’t come true        i twist the ring on my finger      a gift you gave to me   

a cherished prize                      i remember                  as i left

i asked you                   what should i hope for             the doctors had said    

the end is near              nothing to hope for                  you said                      

hope the end comes fast           a mother put in a bind              you slept

gathering strength for the journey         it was not what i wanted           but for your sake

i did hope the end would come soon    the suffering would end           still i stayed by your bed

as i watched you sleep              in stolen moments                    memories made

when it was over                      i an empty shell                        in the silence after

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