Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Grey Morning

The rumble of the garage door breaks the silence
I step out onto the driveway
The sky is grey-blue
A quilt of clouds sit on the horizon
To the east a small smudge of rose filters through the clouds
But I know that there will be no rays of sunshine today
To the west a lightning show has begun
There is almost a rhythm to the strikes
Funny how the past generates so many storms

I turn toward my car, keys in hand
It’s going to be another cloudy day in my heart

Thursday, August 18, 2016

A Different Yesterday

If we would have had a different yesterday
Today wouldn’t be so rough
And tomorrow so lonely

Life may be a highway
But it seems that the crossroads are unmarked
No street signs
And no one uses their blinkers when they turn

I looked in my rear view mirror and you were gone

I stopped at mile marker 21
Parked on the shoulder
Hazards blinking
Did you know
  you aren’t suppose to drive while under emotional distress?

I tried to reach you by phone
But the reception was horrible
I couldn’t hear what had happen to you
If you were safe
Or happy

I turned off the hazards
Merged into traffic
Turned up the radio
Because I knew this was going to be a lonely trip

My mind kept going back
To all of my collected yesterdays
As I passed every new mile marker
Wondering how I could have made yesterday different

Saturday, August 6, 2016

Warning Label

I smile
You smile
Like everything else
  Terms and policies
   My Little Pony castle instructions
   The sugar content in cereal

We do not pay attention to other people’s Warning Labels

Smiles with turned downed corners
Eyes glancing with no contact
Their love with conditions

We know the labels are there
But we simply check the box

    “I have read and agree to your terms.”

Please email me your terms of endearments
I’ll save them in a folder
  That I can’t actually find
  I only know the shortcut from my desk top
I know I can text “Stop” when this gets out of control
Unsubscribe to the updates
But somehow I live with the pain
I understand it is my penance for not reading
    The warning labels

Nothing will change until my computer
    Or phone
    Or heart


 This poem was inspired by a work from A.J. Lancaster. His work is powerful and raw.