The sky closes in and the wind picks up
Creaking limbs let go of dead leaves
Falling and sticking to everything below
Pelting droplets find their way
Through the canopy above
Muddied boots sink in softened ground
Eyes up, hoping to rinse away
The dirt and grime of days gone by
Hopeful for the past to be washed clean
Ready for the storm to pass
And to start life again, renewed
Waking, fists clenching sheets
Jaw tight and weary of keeping it in
Mouth on fire, teeth rattle in my head
15 months of constant strife
This is now only a shell of a life.
The goal now met, now what?
Do I return to the status quo?
Shift my position?
Or move to something new?
A clicking jaw, feeling broken,
Ready to be whole once more.
Grinning from ear to ear
But her eyes gave her away
Diving in, another piece of cheese.
Her only solace, was she a mouse?
Cheddar melting on her tongue,
The sharpness makes her feel….
It’s about all that she senses.
Spiraling, watching it happen.
Still not sure what will make it stop.
Make it stop.
Stop!
Sitting here, biting lips,
Trying not to say a word.
Cringing as the future unfolds,
One voice drowned by the din.
They know exactly what they do,
But it’s not what the cheering masses think.
Those who see it know,
We won’t be heard for now,
But we’ll end up cleaning the mess they make.
We can only hope realization isn’t too late.
Clean up on aisle eight!
Barren shelves, white as fresh fallen snow
Waiting for beauty and whimsy to grace thee
Faded family photos set aside to blend in
But inspiration is elusive and out of grasp.
The festive holiday has passed
And a chill has settled in my bones.
Nothing brings in the warmth
Not even this freshly brewed tea
I’ve wrapped my hands around.
Nothing inspires, what a bore….
I’m in desperate need of new decor.
Sitting on a shelf, waiting to be played with;
This is where fragile items go.
On display when the time comes,
Or gathering dust out of sight.
Sadness would show in dimmed eyes
If this were real, if things had feelings,
But instead, gentle smiles plastered on faces
Must be careful with fragile things;
But don’t they know nor understand,
ceramics and crystal grow strong with use.
Don’t save it for another day,
Get it down and enjoy time to together;
After all, we are all but a fleeting glimmer.
Twinkling lights still shimmer
On tired boughs of green;
Delaying farewells to the season,
Let’s keep it up a few more days.
The holidays started late this year
And work caused everything to be rushed;
Just a few more moments of peace
Before the frenzy resumes once more.
Soon the holiday movies will end,
The jolly music will cease,
Decorations will be stored once more.
But for one more night procrastinate,
For one more night find joy in our hearts.
The season’s warm glow fades
The chill sets into our bones
Frivolity will soon cease
Cheer and hope soon will wane
But for now we push forward
A false sense of new beginnings
Just waiting for reality to settle in.
Smiles, toasts, plastered grins.
But we all know,
it will one day end.
(Well…that took a turn!)
Let them fail, then they’ll learn…
But lessons should be shared too.
Striking the balance, so I’m not the bitch,
But also not guilty by omission.
Where is the line? Ha!
Line? What line? There is no line.
Once advice is rejected, guidance refused,
Load up the wet buckets and the mops.
Invariably there will be a need for
Clean up on Aisle 6!
Steady stare into the abyss,
Softening focus, then maybe she’ll see,
Script formed in an ancient language
Long forgotten by current man.
Incense wafts an earthy scent,
Grounding her to the past.
Winds push the smoke out
Swirls turn to calligraphy,
Chills runs through her bones
As the dancing trail begins to reveal
A story of ages long ago…
Dawn Renee Writes 