Out of the Darkness
• 05/16/21 at 10:32PM •Out of the darkness,
it came.
A warm breath of air,
with rain,
to wet the dry earth
and tame,
the day of hot rays,
not blame,
as new life grew
and became,
a greener life for all,
no shame.
Retired for many years and now re-discovering some writings, from long ago, along with new endeavor to help save my soul.
Out of the darkness,
it came.
A warm breath of air,
with rain,
to wet the dry earth
and tame,
the day of hot rays,
not blame,
as new life grew
and became,
a greener life for all,
no shame.
If sickness comes to our door,
I'll send it packing. No more
of illness, in this our home.
Go someplace else. Leave us alone.
If I swim,
will I sink?
Does it depend
on food or drink?
Stupid questions,
invading my mind.
I'm confused, any time.
I will go away.
I am on alert,
for those warning signs.
Dementia, creeping in on me;
no history in my family.
Late to bed,
early to rise,
makes me tired.
Not very wise.
The rusty bucket
or my rusty mind,
is sometimes cruel
but mostly kind.
How can I adjust
this trait for you,
as this writing unwinds,
my life's memories,
which are to come,
as Ad Infinitum.
Come back to me
from where you've gone.
I miss seeing thee,
remembering our life's song,
for only my memories
are here. yours are gone.
This life is a shamble,
a terrible show
of a life ruined,
with nowhere to go.
There are those, close to me.
They are near but I never see
them as often, as I'd like it to be.
Friendships change, as time will flee
this World we know is an uncertainty.
The problem with writing at 3:30 A.M.
smacks of a inane writing,
crazy thought,
rambling prose,
writing words,
why?
Who knows?
I don't
and will read again,
my personal assault
on form.
When words spill forth
with thought unrestrained.
Here I sit.
The words are mine.
I am to blame
It sat alone,
within a box;
on a small
piece of cloth.
The brown eyes,
a black nose,
whimpering sound
of warm delight.
A new puppy
warms the night.
The old memories
crowd the mind.
Comes the sigh
of thinking back,
your first puppy,
white and black.
A different color,
then your neighbors;
still a dog.
Why cant we
do the same
with our humanity?
All thoughts of worry.
All thoughts of dread,
Now keep running through
my white haired head.
There they will stay
until it's judgement day
Do you know me?
I ask of thee,
for I know you
and I can see,
your eyes are lost;
a sign to be
of this our life
and its own uncertainty.