Quotes to Keep One Guessing
• 10/09/22 at 08:36PM •" I don't love my husband"
but " I saw you and like you."
I am her husband of 65 years,
I'm OK with her not knowing
my name for she professes
her love to me continually.
Retired for many years and now re-discovering some writings, from long ago, along with new endeavor to help save my soul.
" I don't love my husband"
but " I saw you and like you."
I am her husband of 65 years,
I'm OK with her not knowing
my name for she professes
her love to me continually.
Wind gusts,
slid off the trees,
sending air in streams,
moving fallen leaves.
Down the river,
without a boat.
Beware the rocks,
to stay afloat.
Fun were the days,
swimming until dark,
out for adventure,
not for a lark.
Wide were the fields of
golden wheats golden heads.
This was the time for
wheat harvest of grain for bread.
The slight growl of the combine
as it made its way, to
harvesting the grain,
was the task for the day.
Cut a wide swath, only the head,
leaving the straw stem standing.
Loading the trucks, grain the load,
then to the grain elevator
away down the road.
"Stand tall in the saddle",
someone once spoke.
I didn't understand,
thinking it was a joke.
Up on the horse,
a saddled-up mare,
on a cattle drive,
I was now aware.
A freshman in high school,
now on the trail
of moving these cows
to the corral jail.
I was a novice
to this kind of work,
but the horses made
sure, I didn't look like a jerk.
Tell me, please tell me your name.
I do not like playing this game.
Asking questions, hearing "I don't know"
makes me sorry. May I go?
Words in my mind, thinking of thee,
my love for you, may never be.
I searched to find
an epiphany about
a late discovery,
using names,
becoming absurd
if you don't
know a word.
Great grandfather's
name was Fred.
He's long gone,
but in his stead,
he named a son,
with the name Fred.
The years came
and years went,
I can't explain
the blessed event,
when Cousin Fred,
was born anew.
He's the eldest,
I am too.
Why write of
things like this?
When no one sings
and there is no remiss.
Whole, the World
will soon be,
if I still have friends
like thee and thee.
Long before the morning,
long before the dawn,
I awoke to find
my mind had moved along.
What is the reason,
why would I feel this way?
I couldn't separate tomorrow,
from the memories of yesterday.
I stuck out my foot,
reaching for the stair.
I missed the step,
for it was not there.
It should have been solid,
but now I'm in the air.
A thought entered my head,
find something soft,
to avoid being dead.
As luck would have it,
there was a large bush,
and I fell in the middle,
right on my tush..
What goes through your mind,
when memories have gone away?
What questions are raised?
Who can you turn to,
what can you ask?
Searching for something,
what can you find,
when all you now have
is an empty mind?
Words of inanely chatter,
float through the air.
Not just a person
but from everywhere.
Music is lively,
a good basic beat,
sounding good
as I take my seat.
The clanking of pans,
utensils and such,
noise for Pavlov's dog,
we'll soon have lunch.
Alone, a place in my mind,
where I want to be,
unencumbered about our life,
which has become a test of we.
Happiness in this life, ours
Twas never a guarantee,
and now is a status
of let it be.