uneven time

I look at the calendar asking 

where the time has gone 

it seems like yesterday was Spring 

but today it’s Summer and soon 

as tomorrow it will be Autumn 

 

yet every day at the office 

the hands on the wall clock 

move in such slow formation 

my hour of freedom appearing 

so far away

 

 

- Written for Twiglet #285

 

as I turn the pages of my life

I turn the pages of my life 

eyes growing teary thinking 

of ones now gone 

at times my heart quickens

remembering the good times 

my hands tremble in anticipation 

of what is to come

 

 

- Written for Twiglet #284 - turning page

 

 

spells

she would read books 

on how to cast love spells 

to lure her crush in 

but she didn’t have the nerve

to place trinkets at the house 

or had a rose garden

to run through naked 

instead, she wrote love 

poems to the moon

 

 

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #154: Casting a Poetic Spell

 

 

in bleached silence

in bleached silence 

we pick up the pieces 

promising to do better 

only for those pledges 

to fall through the cracks 

to rise once more when 

the bloodshed returns

 

 

- Written for Twiglet#282