Cut out the cold
Excuse me, excuse me
I know it’s March and all
but cut the coldness please.
Once you have enjoyed
12C and sun it’s hard to go back below Zero
scarfwrapping
and tight closed coats .
Lets stick to higher temperatures from now on
shall we.
I’m Back and First Poem 2009
Hi all. I’m back from vacation and posting again. I will post the rest of my Christmas poems next week. My first poem of the new year follows.
New Year night
seems like any other.
Hours pass,
minutes and seconds
begin and end,
but 2009
the new yearly increment
which will be with us for a while,
at least until next year,
is now around us
enclosing everything we do
in itself.
First Snow
Snow has fallen
down,
coating the ground in water dust.
Cold,
white,
it came at night
and pushed “summer”
to corners of our minds
to wait for warmer times.
Wood
Wood,
it is readily understood,
comes from trees.
Trees stand
while wood
is integrated into our plans
to make
all sorts of things
though not tin cans.
Trees are made of wood,
but are not made;
Wood is not a tree,
though it could be in the right configuration.
Lindsay Lohan and past pain
Why, Lindsay Lohan,
do you poke at life with a stick
and turn from it
frowning.
Why do you
turn away from yourself
and build walls
of sex
to fend off love
from your heart?
Why fo you cover over
the beauty that is you
so often behind masks
of overt sexuality
and shocking behavior.
Of course,
I could ask myself
similar questions.
Why do I hide myself?
Though I don’t know your answers
I know some of mine.
I am afraid.
Afraid to be loved and to love,
or not to be loved,
and to face the
pain of past hurts
-much better,
I tell myself,
to block out these.
But all I am left with
is the ashes
of days I could have lived
if I had allowed
love and pain into my life.
If I had
looking at past pain
closely
and
then seeing that I held it
tightly in my hand
dropped it.
If I asked
my Friend who made me
for help
leaving pride behind
in my haste to be free.
