You never know Just how bad a road is Until you try Singing a song Driving down it Your voice goes bumpity bump bump Down the road You never know how much Somebody bugs you Until they're gone Friendly face Smiling in their place Your smile goes Skipity skip skip skip in the sun I couldn't see how much I had to give you Until you're gone I'm alone wishin for you My heart goes Bumpity skip alone All alone Bumpity skip alone All alone
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The strength she held herself Together with Through the trials of Sickness and battles Against the system showed in moments of Hesitation When she let herself open up To softness weakness A compliment An acknowledgment of pain Showed in brimming eyes And one tear Strong woman in battle Against the ranks of Doctors teachers administrators Fighting with each step To gain justice for her children Now is time for you mom Time to take a moment Breathe And sit back Just this moment Before the next fight Zonked out on listerine The two friends Slouch on the wall Slide down to sit on Pavement cross eyed Crazy drunk Don't even want wine This stuff has a kick Kicks your head bad Hours later they wake In a dirty heap Find a piece of cardboard Make a sign Listerine's a dollar At the dollar store Don't need anything else Not food Not snowing anymore Getting pretty far gone Lately Different from how It used to be Got to get a dollar now Where is my truth Does it lie in a love song Describe the moon Your eyes your lips No that's not my story Shall I speak of A country lane Mockingbird song Breeze in the lazy flowers Not my real song Maybe one I borrow For a day No my song has to be About the pain and Hurt I witness Every day opposite Me in a chair For fifty minutes at a time All of those truths Are my song And not my song One and the same Poetry closing in on me Have to write now Have to write every day Or I'm not a poet Or I'm not really serious Or I'm not really any good I tell myself these myths Make myself feel shame Feel not good enough Not worthy But wait Why am I writing poetry To feel better To love myself To say it in words Images sounds feelings Get it out of me and into the world So what sense does it make to avoid it To beat myself up if I do avoid Right No sense at all So why do I do it Because I'm human Maybe Silly thing to do Isn't it Kick in the head That's what it was When I found out What you said about me Punch in the guts Lost my lunch Thinking of years of work Gone to nothing now Wasted Knee to the groin What I wanted to do to you When I heard Couldn't do a thing Just lifted my head Straightened my spine Looked to the middle distance And Walked away Voice An instrument A tool a weapon To use for good or bad Or nothing at all This gift we have Can dominate Or bow low Soar to the rafters Or set our teeth on edge The voice Defines a person A personality A character Makes them Instantly recognizable A voice can speak of Love or hate Or nothing at all But the voice is the instrument Tool or weapon in the hands Of the mind And cannot alone Decide its fate Present day past What we'll have one day We build today Invest our sweat now To spend the gold tomorrow Present day past Looking back even as I step forward Dreaming of a future So we can look back together And smile at us then Present day past Put the work in now Grow old as one Tell our grandchildren How we were In the past of our Present days Uncertain which way to go She hesitates Breath held time suspended Possibilities flash Split second vignettes In her mind's eye Of what could be Might happen Still afraid to say She turns and asks What should she do She loses the chance To take control and Choose her path She trusts another To choose for her As she ever does She is thought of As acquiescent Not spineless Full of grace An attractive trait In a woman What the hell Transparent You are to me I look at you And see clear through Not what I want Density richness complexity Maybe it is there And it is me Who cannot see Maybe my eyes Are blinded by My thoughts Assumptions Fantasy That I am right This may not be Perhaps it is me Who is transparent After all Not thee |