Many Poems Written in a Long Length of Time
regretting the rejected
I passed it down
and I went home
I swear you could hear my thoughts
like I were standing in a whispering dome
The only thing I saw was that frown
plastered on your face
nights and nights i recklessly fought
trying so hard not to leave a trace
but i couldn’t do it
I couldn’t face it down
I am the bone that my dog bit
It that I didn’t do
I will always regre.
Sorrow
From under the bed
the woman pulls
an old oak trunk
thick with design and memory
her lamented children sit beside her,
their clothes forded carefully within
the blankets
and
stuffed animals
she reches in,
and pulls out
each thing
one by one
looking at
remembering,
putting it away into her mind
and
deep into her heart.
the tears creep to her lashes,
they spill down her cheeks.
Memories, like poorly sopped up milk,
stay on the table
wating to be seen.
She kisses each one tenderly
as the last faded memories of her children
pass through her hand,
and into a paper sack.
loaded into his trunk
along with the trunk
tipped on it’s side
their debt must be paid.
well I will add more I have many at least 7 but it is late and to sleep I must go.
