I have not met you, and yet I feel
the emptiness of your distance.
The recurring remembrance that you are,
and that I can’t hold you.
An ache, that brings me to my pen.
You are now a force of inspiration,
with power to move emotion
by your mere existence,
and a place in my heart.
To have just one true friend
who can be trusted to understand.
To not breath a word or hint
to any other.
Just one who is true and faithful
who keeps even the unspoken confidence,
however sensational or sad
to their self.
To know just one
with whom secrets and things are safe.
Honest and pure, or ordinary.
Summer days are numbered,
I feel it in the air.
The flowers lift their vacant eyes
beneath their tired hair.
The sun that rises further south
and sets just further same,
is just not there as many hours
and nature can’t reclaim.
Thicker fur on kitty cats,
the deer begin to Know,
and gardens find their way to shelves
to ward the coming snow.
I might bethink it sadder still,
death’s Fairchild – winter snow;
just an illusion looking close
as you and I both know.
The Shrimp is a weird sort of creature
that alien look – its best feature;
The legs, there’s five pair,
4 antennae like hair,
solitary-ness much like a preacher.
Appendages all are segmented
You may think he’s disoriented
Swimming backwards he goes
when escaping his foes;
This reaction- is death circumvented.
This crustaceous creature has stalk-eyes.
As a decapod, he’s not in disguise,
as a prawn-(2 less claws)
with a few other flaws,
and his thorax, an edible size.
After peeling the carapace- de”vein.”
From this job you may want to refrain,
if you think it’s a “vein”
then you’re really insane
if I tell you, you may just abstain.
This ditty of Shrimp, so delicious
may have been much too ambitious,
but with strong shrimp cocktail
(horseradish to prevail),
is an alien dish quite auspicious.
The Raven screeches, “No Refuge!”,
and winter blows cold bleakness.
The Hawk dives in for the kill,
as night coats all in dark aloneness.
The Shark shows no mercy to feed himself.
Deep water swirls over, cutting off hope and breath.
The black Snake hisses slander and gossip
to those who feel bloatedly proud to “know”.
The Pharisee executes “judgement!, Shunning!”
Those sticks and stones wound, and kill faith.
The one who causes others to trip and stumble,
t’would be better he have a large millstone around his neck
and be drowned in the depths of the sea.
Do not nurse a hurt that isn’t yours.
Becomes a false crusade to march, but why?
Rules of battle engagement are ignored,
And bitterness is used to justify.
A grudge is just a hurt that festers wide;
A failure to ameliorate the pain.
Always taken, though denied; a side.
Endeavored absolution is in vain.
– – –
If you have a hurt that is your own,
Give it up and let it roll away,
or even if it’s deep you will be prone,
to hold the festering dear, without allay.
It’s known – it isn’t easy to forget.
Forgive it, even if they didn’t ask.
And though it may be an expensive debt,
let it go, that is your reasonable task.