Game Over/Over Game
whichever way you play and
he really liked to play
game night ready
for the competition
deal the cards throw
the dice
he picked the game made
up the rules
we all wondered how he won every
time
he was my daddy a
gentleman who loved the game
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November Morning
I put the apricot jam on my toast
thunder roars were
they bowling in the mountains
could it signal rain in the high mountain desert
a phenomenon almost forgotten
a phenomenon almost forgotten
so many days of sunshine leaves no room for
the cloudy greys
a change in the weather is sometimes all that is needed to spark
the new you that is waiting open the door winter
is on the way
alone in the dark the
cold air bites my skin
where is summer for goodness sake memories swirl
time passes quickly yesterday
so strong in my mind
tomorrow like
the tiny puppy at the tit nudges for its place
i look back satisfied i lived this
year as best i could
but now so
much i would like to burn from
memory
slash the records tear them from
their bindings
little pieces like
snow flutter down around me
no longer sure what is written there perhaps
it doesn’t matter
I cease to be jaded by yesterday
November 1, 2014
3 comments:
November Morning is a gem, one of my faves of yours, Annell. I especially love the promise in "a change in the weather / is sometimes all that is needed to spark
/ the new you that is waiting / open the door". WOW!!!!!!! I like the tiny puppy of tomorrow, too, very much.
Some people are really adept at games! And love them. Sounds like your dad was one of those people.
I love how that pot of jam opened up not just the morning but the day...the year..your thoughts and reflections...and the determination to be... xo
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