Saturday, November 18, 2017

2017 November Chapbook Challenge:Day 18, 2017/ Writer's Digest Poetic Asides/ In the Shadows Dwell Good For Nothing Memories

In the Shadows Dwell Good For Nothing Memories

deep in the recesses                  the dark corners                       memories dwell

the room is silent                      except for the occasional          small sad sound

from this i know you are still living      you were shamed         thrown into the shadowy place

you are never asked out           kept hidden in the attic             (or in the heart)

sunshine is not for you             parties are not for you              holidays are not for you          

it is on the darkest night           you are asked to come out        keep someone up all night

tell again                                  the story of your life                 you are as you are                   

you cannot be changed             sometimes you happened years ago      sometimes recently 
you are filled with yesterday’s pain       still not social ably acceptable     unwanted

i wish you had not been born   you have no place else to go     good for nothing memory                   


November 18, 2017


Friday, November 17, 2017

2017 November Chapbook Challenge: Day 17 / What I Meant to Say

What I Meant to Say

you didn’t let me finish what t meant to say                  was left unsaid            

further discussion                     impossible                                since words are only words

and we could not agree            on their meanings                     your words                  

 like getting “it” off your chest              emptying the dust bin               snaps and snails

fell from your lips                    like the tar baby                       i said nothing

you spoke a foreign language   of a world i did not know       someone had fallen from the train

like humpty dumpty                 the world that was                    could not be put together again 
there was no end                      to your grievances                    you dug up things        

from the cemetery of life          you kept digging                       all the way to china     

words i did not recognize         your words a surprise to me     i miss you most of all

November 17, 2017


What I Meant to Say II

it is said                        this winter will be warmer and dry       no rain to speak of

no snow                       to delight                      perhaps it will be

better for the animals   burr                             not too cold                            

still cold enough for a shiver    hard to find      like bear                      

will words                    hibernate                      have they        

migrated south             the morning quiet         i will miss                                

the silence of the snow             pull books from the shelf         with my finger             

find the words              wake them                   ask them out to play                

try to find the words     that say             what i meant to say

November 17, 2017