Too tired to try again today
So many ideas
I’m just repeating myself
Nobody’s listening anyway
No matter what name I use
They find me out
Silly me
For thinking I can start over
When the only things new
Are pretend
And exist only in my head
If only I could be the one
People tune in to hear
Or look to for oddly compelling beauty
But I’ve been the back-up
The last hurrah
Coming through in a pinch
To everyone’s surprise
Because they hadn’t known
Or they had forgotten
The depths I generally visited
Were my comfort zone
And I could speak the language of anguish
So I shouldn’t be so shocked
And put down
When they don’t turn to me
For fun and games
Even though
I’ve always liked to play.
Finish That Thought
My skin warms under your gaze
As if the sun has appeared in this room
To use the term “melting” is incongruous
Since I’ve never felt so firm or alert
You’ve somehow turned a spotlight on me
While leaving yourself a silhouette
I can make out just enough
To know the answers to all my questions
We’ll have some serious conversation
You and I
Eventually
But let’s finish this thought
Before the sun really sets
And rises again
Before words take over what’s important
Drifting on Metaphors
Left
Adrift
Gasping
Right
Ahead
Reaching
Looking aft
See waves
Batten down
Hard impact
This storm takes
I can’t give
Barely staying afloat
Shaking off metaphors
Grin and nod
Make polite conversation
This party
So farcical
People preening
Feeling superior
Drift
Dream
Smile
Almost
Endure
Escape
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Next Stop: Home
The wait is the best – and hardest- part
Looking out the window
As the train hurries by all the towns
No stops for me until the sun dips behind the hills
Then I’ll know you’re close
The thumping in my chest will grow strong and loud
My breathing will start to fog the glass
The blurry palette we pass evokes
A happy torrent of images
Hands
Smiles
Kisses
Memories flooding back
New plans forming
And all of that gets misted over
When the train pulls into the station
And I step onto the platform
Heart beating out of control
And then the familiar crinkle of your eyes
And I’m home
The Word Rummager 