6/14/11

Tomorrow, I shall fall to dreamless sleep,

Placed far beneath the  plain of consciousness,

While doctors work to fix my injuries.

And on this night before, I must confess,

It worries me to drift outside myself,

And makes me cherish life in newfound ways.

So often times, I’ve hoped for something else,

But now I wish to wake with nothing changed.

6/13/11

Inside my empty house I roam,

Without the aid of company,

But not, I find, at all alone,

For all the ghosts which come to me.

No pretty noise which fills my days,

Sings to avail my solitude,

My sadness, deftly kept at bay,

Is quietly, at last, perused.

I must learn to appreciate,

Life’s frazzled, random, busyness, 

For such distraction insulates,

The heart from woe and wistfulness.

6/12/11

The piano in my parlor,

Every time that it is played,

Shall evoke not the composers,

By which tinkling tunes were made.

But those dear to me who moved it,

Shall be lauded and extolled,

For if not by their endurance,

It burns, kindling for the coals.

6/11/11

There’s a painting of a rooster,

Hanging on my kitchen wall,

And it may seem just a picture,

As you enter through the hall,

But my uncle was the artist,

Grandma hung it in her house,

Patty kept it in her closet,

Uncle laughed and brought it out.

When Michelle had us for dinner,

Then the painting came to me,

So, it’s more than just a rooster,

It’s my love of family.

6/10/11

When I was born, I understood,

All that there was to know,

And I would scorn, if any should,

Suggest this was not so.

Yet, as I grew, each thing I knew,

I questioned or forgot.

And now, one thing alone is true:

All that which I know not.