Today, I had many things to do, but there was one big break in between it all.  I spent it sitting in the Mall nearby, slurping up a Frappacino… one of my favorite drinks, especially if there is Strawberry Creme in the ice.

While I was there, among so many people all there with other people, I penned, two quick poems.  I have a teacher right now who swears that a poem tells a story without the words telling the story.  By the time the whole poem is read, she claimed, that it is the saturation of myth, theme, and character that fills up the whole story from beginning, to middle, to end.  So, to possibly suffer from any discouraging criticism, I am entering the poems here.  The poems are just my thoughts on things that have happened this past week.  I will not divulge names, or relations, but, yes, the events or feelings described, actually happened.  Please be kind!  🙂

 

Time to Hope for Life

 

A whiskey sour ruins the bourbon

Spicy ground beef fills the wrap shell

Some cheese and onions crusted

On fresh bread that took too long

 

The morning is perfect for something

The weight in my stomach concurs

It is likely that I am too rushed

To let the plastic bag go or my wish to fly

 

Dear time, stealer of moments and fun

Wait for me when it is the end

The sound of the seconds rushes

And I fall, the trance intense.

 

Marble pleases and we wonder why

Smooth, cold, and heavy

It breaks in large cracks

Pieces beyond dust that fill the puzzle

Creating beauty that is imagined by God.

 

The wetness of a drop of water spreads

Like a film of oil, the dampness creates cold

No smell, no taste, the quietest whisper muffled

Until the dog comes in from the rain.

 

In the Moment of Heat

 

The noise of loud swearing

The hallmark of anger

Smashes the air

The fingers pointing

At the sky

At you

At the point being made

 

Unheard in the haze

Of tears

Of forgotten reasons

And some loose emotions

Of mine

Against your words

The cup of the hot water is thrown

And the door slammed shut.