Sunday, August 6, 2017

SATISFACTION GUARANTEED -- The Sunday Whirl --Sunday's Whirligig --Poets United

SATISFACTION GUARANTEED

 

many letters have been sent               often rejection is the response    despite this

 

letters will continue to be sent        forming chains          reaching out

 

agreed rejection can feel like a punch in the throat                      or worst

 

on the surface                       you won’t be able to tell                   what has happened

 

 

 

laughter will burst forth                   thoughts will be tucked into the envelope

 

what could be harder                   than to be told                     you are not good enough

 

your work doesn’t measure up                    it should be simmered on the stove

 

topped with nuts                  passed around                       eaten for lunch

 

                       

 

surely more satisfying           what does it matter   what difference does it make

 

you invest your life               your heart                              what you offer                      

 

is your very best                    you have nothing else          you label each one   

 

with a number                       date and color                       what is to be won after all

 

 

 

it is the life that matters       the life full of wonder                        inspiration

 

only your very best   would do        each day produces a work to be signed

 

you add your name               the day complete                  satisfaction guaranteed

 

August 6, 2017


 

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Human Trafficking/ Poets United

Human Trafficking

stalled in the traffic                  a hobo rides the train               where are we going

and where did we come from               blood sweat and tears   bundled together

sinew and bone                        enclose the heart within            a tower tall

captured in a prison                 the clock strikes the hour         always in the middle

chains to hold                          the only thing free                    is your breath

do not be shy                           take it all                                  fill the lungs

hands tied                                the mind is free                        free to remember

memories don’t cost a dime      slipped into an envelope          mailed across country

take it away                              we all long for freedom            a place that is mine

July 30, 2017  




Tuesday, August 1, 2017

The End Comes Too Soon/ dVerse

THE END COMES TOO SOON

where to begin             when you are searching for the end                  is the trailhead marked

the thunder rumbles in the mountains              the sky darkens            rain spatters on the ground

last month of summer              soon school begins                               summer is gobbled up

where does it go                       picnicking/hiking                    summer’s fun things

out and about               against the sun’s last rays                      the sunset takes our breath away

fishing on the lake                    at summer’s end                       last cast…

put the tackle away                   autumn is in the air                  the temperature is cooler now

bring in the wood                     the color explodes                    get ready for the leaves to fall

trees take on skeletal form        a winter forest sad, and lonely  …the end comes too soon

August 1, 2017                                                           



                                                           


                        

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