“Yes,” once freely played
out of duty
seeking pleasing melody,
now falls flat
in a sad
minor key.
“No” strikes sharp,
startling,
diverging from major scales.
A declaration of denial
claims a new note
in a key crowded by “yes.”
“No” echoes
quietly
in deep bass chords,
liberating a life
of resigned compliance,
now tapping to authentic beats.
Rhythm’s refusal
resurfaces at precious moments.
Notes once outplayed
in clamoring consent
now harmonize in asynchronous beat
with life’s vital melodies.
She holds steamy mug
with both hands.
The scene from the
warm white-light
framed picture window
warns of winter’s
western approach.
January craves sun’s cool embrace.February frost thaws as we chaseMarch steps into spring’s teasing song.April dances along, wakingMay in morning dew.June greets solstice sun anew.July heats up the pace, thenAugust showers relieve the place.September chills as nights grow cold,October leaves age red, orange, gold.November nip moves days indoors.December snow flutters… Write Tight Should it stay,…
Darkness dancesin my eyesattempting to rest the mindbut thoughts invadepersistforbidbedtime reposeNightly hours of sleepless stress Is everything ready for tomorrow?What if I’m not ready?Will I lose control?…count backwards one hundredninety nineninety eightninety seven… 12:17Did I make my car payment?What if I didn’t?Will it ruin my credit?…count backwardsone hundredninety nineninety eight… 2:47What did she mean by that?Am I wrong?Did she tell others?…count…back wardsone hundredninety nine……
A Can of Nuts with an extra side of Blessed Bacon and a cold glass of Water, Sweet Water. Of course, a Fat Bomb or two can curb Cravings that might cause me to binge.
Sitting in the hot tub, pondering, my mind wanders.
I stretch, I think, I stretch some moreAwake enough to process dreamsAnd preserve new hopes on paperI stretch, I think, I stretch some moreI scribble, I scratch, I switch out wordsThen tap out new memoriesI stretch, I think, I stretch some moreAwake enough to process dreams
