YOU HAVE EATEN ALL HOPE/dVerse

YOU HAVE EATEN ALL HOPE

I have given up

Lost all hope

I realize I cannot 

Change another

It is not up to me

I have tried too long

I thought at first 

There must be a misunderstanding

And if only

Corrections could be made

All would be OK

But you have convinced me

It cannot be

Perhaps there was no misunderstanding

Instead you, birds of prey

Perched high above

Fell upon the unsuspecting

And devoured it from head to toe

Still it is life

Two against one

Two more strong

Than the other

You have eaten all hope

Your tummies full

Sing your songs to each other

I will not try again

For now it is clear

There are no wrongs to right

You meant what you said

You said what you meant

There was no misunderstanding.

June 3, 2018

A WORLD TURNED UPSDIE DOWN/sunday's whirligig

 A WORLD TURNED UPSIDE DOWN

From the second story window

A chair fell

Striking no one…this time

Yes, it has happened before

On the city street

Other things have fallen

Once a bed came sailing 

Out the window

Falling onto a truck

Parked at the curb

It happens almost every month

There seems to be no reason to protest

The king reigns the country

And when the king does it

It is not against the law

Houses in a row

People sit in front of their TV’s

Afraid to come outside

There may not be enough money

In the world to fix what ails us

June 3, 2018

Sunday’s Whirligig

THE RACE/The Sunday Whirl Wordle #354 --Poets United

THE RACE

First chance

Last chance

Race run

To be won…

Or lost

Make the finish line

Even if you have to crawl

Cycle your heart out

Peddle until your legs burn

Give life your best shot

Show up

There may be another race

But there will be no going back

It’s now or never

Swim the English Channel

Swim as you have never 

Swam before

Winning isn’t everything

But it beats losing

June 3, 2018

Sunday Whirl  Wordle #354

WHAT TIME IS IT?/imaginary gardens with real toads

Clock of the Académie Française, Paris
Andre Kertesz (1932)

WHAT TIME IS IT?

What time is it?

I look at the face of the clock

Having satisfied my question

I wonder who is looking

And is there someone looking back at me

Hung high above the side street

We stroll hand in hand

Lovers once

Up close the years show in your face

Like the numbers on the face of the clock

There is no going back

Life is a one way street

Like the flow of the river

That flow is south

Through the dry desert

Even goes underground

Perhaps even forgets

I glance at the clock again

Time has run out

Sand in the hour glass

Only runs one way

Fun to see you once again

Sometimes old memories

Remain forever

June 2, 2018

WHITE IS A FEELING/ Verse Escape 55

WHITE IS A FEELING

It all seemed so simple

Someone misunderstood

Response “out of order”

Belonged in another conversation

Didn’t go with last words spoken

Does the word “crazy” come to mind

So let’s see what it could have been

“Mary had a little lamb”

Words are just words

Lines drawn

Ink on white paper

White is a feeling

June 1, 2018