Magazine Posts

What feelings,
now gone?
Indifference reigns,
strong in the
community
and yet,
there is
still a
loving
feeling
of others,
outside of
your family,
bringing care
and affection.

All the wrong reasons,
were hung out to dry.
There weren't any seasons,
no reason to try.
Wasting your breath,
as you didn't know why,
Swallow your pride,
don't think about telling a lie.

Sometimes, when I awake,
in the early morning hours,
and hear words in my head,
trying to escape.
If I don't write them to paper,
immediately, I will soon forget
the exact words. Recovering
words lost, even briefly, are
changed and are never the
same. What a loss, to me,
for many of the words are
subconsciously my reverie.

A flash of light,
a brown shadow,
catches my eye.
Is it you, Death,
at my door?
Are you looking,
for me?

Across the grass,
laden with dew,
I made the trek,
with socks, no shoe.
My feet, now wet,
made me pause,
trying to forget,
no reason, just because,
my socks were wet.

Sitting on the patio,
nowhere to go.
Writing an Ode,
which I'll show,
to no one.

A Vignette or an Ode,
to the one I love.
I've known you so long.
Since the planets in Heaven
were formed, into what they are.
Now you are my, only shining Star.

A good friends Mother,
left the World today.
She lived in a Country,
so far away.
a foreign country,
on the Mediterranean Sea.
A beautiful country,
she will no longer see.
Rest in peace, where
you will surely be.

When Urgent Care
is no longer Urgent.
When the sign reads,
"10-minute wait"
and you have been there
for one hour and you've been
told, as you approach the
counter, "We have a room
for your wife."
The Doctor enters and says,
"I've been asking where
the patient for room # 3, was."
My wife has Advanced Vascular
Dementia-Alzheimer's. There
are no filters nor any patience.
Where is the sense of urgency?
Bet I don't receive a survey,
request this time.

I don't believe, I will
ever get over the
smell of urine.
A population of elderly
residents, in the Memory
Care Unit, who wear
Depends or some other
brief for purposes of
incontinence. This has
been my place of residence,
since May 2022. I live here
with my wife of 65 years as
we move into this
purgatory of grayness.

Sit tight, don't
blow the scene.
Know what I
mean, Jellybean?

Did you turn
off the light
to my Soul ,
breaking my heart?