Once you were just an idea and a dream;
but now that I’ve met you
and those sparkling hopeful eyes,
would it brother you
if we went our own ways?
You got me driving sideways already,
and I can’t afford the super glue,
I need to fix what’s already broken.
Category: New Poems: workings and beginnings.
Dream 25 Feb 2018 (wolf stories)
Big boy walks into the kitchen,
Carrying a plastic grocery bag.
He walks up to Sarge
and drops the bag on sarge’s cutting board.
He than turns around
And walks back out of the kitchen.
Everybody in the kitchen goes quiet,
Waiting for
Sarge to snap at him.
But instead,
Sarge just starts laughing.
Opens the bag
And started pulling out the items in the bag:
A rack of lamb, a small bag of.beans, a potato,
A couple of rolls, and two cans of coke.
The silence breaks
As the stainless door to the kitchen
Swings back and forth.
Of course, everybody is talking about what just happened
And wondering what it was all about.
Sarge looks over to Wolf,
“Ok, I know you are wondering what just happened.”
” Yeah. ”
“Well, Big Boy, lost a bet. ”
Wolf looked puzzled. “But what does that have to do with that?”
” that’s what he eats after he gets off.
He bet that for a month. And lost. ”
Wolf just stared at the food on the cutting board.
Sarge continued.
“He bet his meal, and it goes to a dish dog.”
Wolf laughed. “He’s on a diet.”
“Yes, he is now.”
Spoken silence
Spoken silence
A thought
An iris
A painting
Broken up into colors
her eyes speak
over the water
The earth whispers
its secrets through the leaves.
as they dance outside my window
I lie awake.
Stars glimmer in the sky.
A path one day I’m going to follow.
A strange dream
I’m living in a small house
and a my best friend is this girl.
We’re both kids.
We have a thing for each other
We do everything with each other.
I guess we girl friend and not friend.
But as the dream goes on.
She stops getting older.
And I do get older.
At the end of the dream.
I see she likes this boy.
And as a man
I introduce them to each other
Walk out the door as they are talking to each other
Get in my car
To begin to drive away.
And wake up.
Unobtrusive
It’s the only thing I woke up with
in my head
this morning.
Everything else just faded out so fast,
Don’t understand the message
My brain was telling me.
It was very low key,
A single word,
Bouncing around up there.
Unobtrusive.
Unnoticeable,
Understated,
As it was quite elusive;
Albeit,
It attracted attention
From the subconscious
To the conscious.
Smyon-Pa 