poetry
Let Me Love You
When you look at me,
what exactly do you see?
A silly old girl
out of touch with reality?
When Your Towel is at the Ready
So, life got hard,
It is just not that easy.
Sunshine and roses,
It will not always be.
3 Squeezes and Love You to Pieces
I remember the time
Mom and I were at the store
I let go of her hand
so that I could explore.
The Ant’s Plan
The ant
in the band
had a plan
to meet his fan,
Stan,
in the sand.
But that ant
never made it passed the plant
where I happened to stand.
So Stan,
you just can’t,
can’t
meet as planned.
Sorry ant.
My condolences Stan.
© 2014 ck’s days
The Lesson Learned from Earth
I like spring, I do, I do
the resurrection of the earth when it begins to renew –
reminds me death is not the end, it’s true, it’s true,
and someday, someday I will get to hug you
just like I used to do.
© 2014 ck’s days
Communication between Buzzards
Don’t Give Up
Impossible to Say Goodbye
by SuzyWordmuser
http://wordmusing.wordpress.com/
Coldness has become my friend
The dark of night wraps around
Joy has gone astray
Uncertain feelings hold me down
A life has been lost
But a life shall be gained
When a new day arrives
You will be here again
When all unfolds
Confusion cleared – and I can see
I will not stand alone
You will live inside of me
You are a breeze upon my face
Invisible to my eye
Forever you will always remain
Impossible – to say goodbye
Written after the death of my mother. Even when someone has gone, and essence still remains. Everything they were and all they did for you will still be alive.
http://wordmusing.wordpress.com/2012/11/08/impossible-to-say-goodbye-2/
The Trouble with Washing Cars
The color was white
but the winter has been hard
even for the cars.
“You need to wash it,”
they said to me more than once
“It is a white car.”
At last, I listened
and I paid ten whole dollars
to wash the car clean.
The very next day
it rained and snowed and rained more
on my so clean car.
That is not the end,
as I drove home on wet roads
scowling the whole ride
a dirty mean rock
left a chip in my windshield.
Bleeping-bleep rock chip.
Yes, this is a drought
(sigh) so I should be thankful
for all the moisture.
And am I grateful?
I have no pleasant comment –
ask me later, k?
© 2014 ck’s days
