Sunday morning scribbles

Poetry is all around

It is a way of being

I live my life

in metaphor

similie

from early stories

woven for me

pictures images

with which to understand

my world

myself

others

They have no idea

their words conjure images

A glance says it all

I fear for you

not knowing

the import of every gesture

gesticulations

speaking volumes

I pity

and envy

those of you

who don't have ears

wishing you could

see feel intuit

Wishing I could

turn down the volume

shutting out the cacophony

Untitled

I had to go see him

myself

Even though I heard

second hand

"He's OK"

I had to lay eyes

upon this man

I'm not ready 

to part with

So I paid for

my parking - overpriced

(and you can be sure he would comment about it)

just to lay hands

on this man I call

father

He was OK

Maybe

the emergency visit

a bit of an overreaction

a cautionary action

for one who realizes

he's been given more than 

his allotted threescore and ten

You can't go yet

I hold his hand 

during the 30 minutes

for which I paid a 

small ransom

Fingers still thick

and strong

although strangers 

to hard labour

I examine line upon line

etched and chiseled

in brow and bridge

as his lips continue 

to shape and form

even more tales for me to enjoy

I think of old age

yours and mine

some years on

And I look forward to the day

when you will hold

my hand

and we will read

in our lines 

and crinkles

the stories we

have witnessed

and written 

together.

My own private hell

Dark and dank

lonely it is, here

as I try to figure me

figure you

Here everything is wrong

everything I do

and think and say

Add to that 

everything

you say

It's all pointed

at making me feel

shitty

Shitty because

I devalue myself

because I let you

devalue me

because I let you see the real me

let you see how I see

what I don't want to see

or be

I'm poor

neglected dejected

and outcast

I am at the same time

sick of my wallowing in this

pity pit

Can someone rescue

redeem me

Dare I ask for more that that

Dare I ask to be the cherished jewel

Precious

Feeling - somehow

the cosmic forces

will put me in my place

for daring to aspire