Tag: writing
group name: chicagowriters
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June 11, 2008 07:15 AM EDT --
Growing Older
My age?
Seventy-five.
"Over the hill" some ways,
Slow body, active mind to delve
Mysteries of aging, life's challenges.
I think, . . .
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July 29, 2008 11:52 AM EDT --
This form,
Rictameter.
Is it crazy to write
Such poems, to count out two, four, six,
Eight, ten syllables, back again, no rhyme?
But try it! Experiment, say
Many things, few words; great . . .
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June 28, 2008 10:12 AM EDT --
Ordinarily it wouldn't have happened,
But the booze went to my head.
I lost my inhibitions
And I wound up in your bed.
You looked into my eyes
And lit my body's fire
Pressed your lips . . .
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July 05, 2008 03:59 AM EDT --
In the park
a chubby pink child
rests on a bench
in her mother's arms,
eating long strands of blond hair
in affectionate clumps,
and staring at embracing lovers
who smile back.
In . . .
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July 03, 2008 12:25 AM EDT --
Leaning on the cracked, discolored concrete wall,
I stare down into the sluggish green creek.
My eyes focus on faded beer cans,broken bottles,
And semi-shredded pampers.
My thoughts slide inevitably . . .
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October 05, 2008 10:28 PM EDT --
This is a poem that I just couldn't finish. I started it a long time ago and don't remember what my original intent was. I feel it needs more though, so I am putting it out here for . . .
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May 02, 2007 03:46 AM EDT --
I waited for you with bated breath
In hopes that once again,
We could share that oneness
we knew when we were friends.
But has time and distance erased
The closeness we once knew?
Because . . .
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June 28, 2008 09:08 PM EDT --
Would you mind if I borrowed your dream?
Somebody stepped on mine
And the broken pieces crumble
and scatter more with the passage of time.
And could I maybe stand in your shoes
And try to feel taller . . .
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September 11, 2008 12:37 AM EDT --
It hurts to love somebody
When you know that they don't care.
There are times when you feel like crying,
But you know it will lead nowhere.
Sometimes I fall into your eyes
And in my head . . .
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July 27, 2008 05:33 PM EDT --
A lop-sided moon
Shows its pock-marked face,
Smirking in a sky bereft of cloud.
While winter trees stretch,
Twisting their limbs toward the sky,
Lifting their last blood dried leaves in silence, . . .
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June 25, 2008 12:11 AM EDT --
I knew you well a long time ago.
In another place--at another time
a friendship of the soul
A bond forged for reasons
Neither of us know
Just a feeling
that we were once friends-- Eons ago. . . .
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June 26, 2008 08:25 PM EDT --
It is a hot Sunday morning.
My restless eyes move around the chapel
And focus on the old man
Who sits across the aisle
In a homemade wheelchair.
I wonder what he thinks and feels
As he blinks . . .
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July 05, 2008 03:40 AM EDT --
What would you say if I told you
That I have but one regret?
I've never gotten to hold you
It's a fantasy not met.
You don't know how much I love you.
I've managed to hide it . . .
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July 06, 2008 02:49 PM EDT --
Haven't slept in several nights.
Just been sitting here in my blue bedroom,
Slurping cups of cold coffee,
Chain-smoking stale cigarettes.
And thinking about Sonya.
She came to me again that . . .
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December 14, 2008 08:51 PM EST --
The problem was she felt nothing. It had little to do with the fact that she was dead. The truth was she had been a walking bag of empty for months. Long before her body hit the pavement, her ability . . .
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June 30, 2008 02:51 AM EDT --
Alone in the darkness, I stand at my window and gaze down on my deserted block, barely lit by a single street lamp. Suddenly, I see him, The old man sitting lonely On the September cold, concrete steps . . .
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January 15, 2009 01:25 AM EST --
I miss the way things used to be
When our world was simply you and me.
And I could show the love I now must hide
the days when my tears were still uncried
I miss the days when we were young and . . .
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March 02, 2009 02:15 AM EST --
My best friend wrote this and gave me permission to publish it here. She has a Gather page, Wendy W. but doesn't visit too often. It is ironic because she is the one who led me . . .
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June 02, 2007 10:51 PM EDT --
I don't want you back
Though I crave your touch.
I can't keep doing it,
It hurts too much.
I don't want you back,
Though I long for one kiss,
I must back away, . . .
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May 04, 2008 02:51 PM EDT --
Some days I look around me and see my friends all doing fine, While I sit alone stagnating. When is it my turn to shine? Thought I would grab the world by the tail, shake it up a bit But no, I had to . . .
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