Category Archives: Rhymed Verse

Can’t Quite

I cannot sleep.
I can’t quite wake.
Caught, lost between,
I stumble and fake
And shake and break
And struggle on
For nothing’s sake.


Astray

“A sunbeam!” cried the mind,
And wandered on its way
Ignoring the little section
That said not to go astray.
“A rainbow!” grinned another part.
“A butterfly!” – “A squirrel!”
And thus that tiny diligent piece
Was lost within the swirl.


Not Sick and Not Well

Not sick and not well:
It’s a moderate hell
Of maybes and mostlys
And too-soon-to-tells
Where the only thing certain
Is not everything’s swell
Like a fall with no landing
Or a round with no bell.


So Familiar

Words striking a chord –
Old, comfortable friends
Never heard before
So familiar when said.

A trick of the mind,
A wish of the soul –
Not particularly kind,
Calling parts to a whole


Risk

Each change a risk,
Each risk a fear:
Hiding deep behind the mob,
The risk of staying here.


Long Before

You only live until you die,
And though that’s true,
It’s still a lie.
For heart and mind can perish, too,
Long before they bury you.


Unfortunately Able

Unable to live,
Unable to die,
Unforunately able
To keep asking why.


Again and Again

Again and again, they walk the path:
Same steps, same sights, same sounds.
Again and again, they are surprised
When the same results are found.


What I Meant

What I meant,
What you heard:
Does the first matter
Without more words?


The Hands Holding the Book

The hands holding the book
Slowly drift to her sides
As her breaths grow shallow and slow.
The pale, wrinkled face
Turns slack and relaxed
As the pot bubbles on low.

The gray, wizened man
Stares at the large screen
As smoke creeps into the air.
She wakes just in time
To save pan and house,
As he watches on without care.


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