You Survived Another Year!

Mist parted and through the fog,
a whimper sounded.  Kind and small.
The paw was broken, tripped on a log
his eyes were big, I gave a call.

He limped forward and gave a lick,
Soft fur, matted and tangled with sticks.

Grey and white, with floppy ears.
Keeping company through all these years.
One year older, so hear me say:
Happy birthday, little Ray.

Sunshine filters down through trees,
I sit down, tuck in my knees.
You curl up under ancient pine,
Your wet nose, it seems to shine.

Dearest Ray, thanks for being my friend,
We’ve got a bond that has no end.
So a milkbone for you on this special day,
Then again, maybe three– you see, I love you Ray.

mending voyage

Sail beside me,

Your ego flapping behind you in the sharp wind.

Come and raise a finger to help as I drop your anger,

Down into the sea as a lowly anchor.

Run your hands along the rail,

And remember you didn’t always act this way.

You were once a gentle breeze,

Your heart was always at ease.

But no longer.

What happened?

A lullaby was in your soul,

Now you’ve been rendered a heart of coal.

I miss you.

Your happiness,

Your greatness,

Your heart.

You are falling apart,

So let the sea help me to mend you.

sticky silence

The words were out,

No taking them back in.

The air stood still between us,

warm and sticky.

A cool breeze swept up and moved my hair.

“Now what?”

My question tried to fill the gap,

but it was too weak.

Shy arms.

Confused smiles.

Looking back on that today,

I see my mistake.

I should have slapped you,

run away,

or even feinted.

Anything would have been better than nothing.

Doing nothing in the sticky silence.

goodbye green eyes

As I sat down in the old recliner.

Lost in a hazing somewhere-place,

You spoke to me.

 

Your green eyes ever turbulent with distress,

Your smile faded,

Your t-shirt torn.

 

You talked to me, 

and asked me to forgive you,

for leaving without ever saying goodbye.

 

And I pictured you,

In the darkness,

a hesitant blob of self-fullfilling prophecy.

 

And I forgave you,

but I can’t tell you that-

Because you’re gone.

I’m a Goldfish

Once again this poem was untitled, but no longer. Yay!
Also: please don’t think I’m considerably morbid, I’ll post happy poems too…
Once I write some.

 

A black cat.  Sits.  Waiting.  Pondering.

A goldfish in a bowl.

Only the cat does not know that that is no goldfish,

That is me.

I swim around in circles

only to find

that I do not remember where I have been

or who I know.

The cat could eat me,

Swallow me whole.

And yet he waits.

He waits for me to slip up,

Stop swimming,

Or die.

Whatever comes first.

whisper

Like most of my poems this was originally untitled, however I gave it  aname for the sake of this post.  Tell me what you think in the comments below!

Pale bark.

Towering shadow.

The trees outside whisper at night, calling to their lovers.

The grass responds and passes on, the whispers to another.

Wet earth.

Ancient rock.

The Earth sighs in happiness.

The beings of the night,

whisper to each other,

reminding one another:

the morning’s yet to come.