a poetic journal.
the day started late I slept in but now it's afternoon I'm awake wondering what's the plan Will I get to those errands I've been putting off Will I find the energy to go for a walk Perhaps I'll take the time to color my hair it is, after all, the start of a brand new age & I should attend to these grey strays I should do a lot of things I just have to start with one.
Sometimes I feel so slow because my mind takes its time
and I don't always get the messages filled with hidden agendas
the irony being that I'm a huge fan
of the double entendre and witty word play
which comes in handy writing poetry
but in conversations and other real life situations
I often want to pause and ask for clarification
but due to intimidation
I'll just run with the misinterpretation
in all its awkward glory
before I change the subject
and go off topic
someday it’ll make a great story
“Remember that time…”
but honestly that is all just speculation
I'm not usually aware of being in a situation
I'll most likely react with a blank stare
and an even more awkward smile
and a silently stated ‘OK’
before I turn around and go
before you know I'm slow.
Spring has arrived
and the zodiac has spun a full circle
flowers bloom, birds sing
all kinds of pretty girls sport a good man’s ring
all kinds, that is, but me
my love life is as barren as a desert floor
my heart lies there alone
wilted like a rose
there are no crushes
I can look forward to
or have brighten my day
the sky may be blue
but all I see is the grey.
yes, spring may have arrived
but for me winter never left.
*originally shared 3/20/14
mhughes poetry 