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Just A Summer Storm
Posted by Kitt
It’s just another forgettable Summer storm;
Let’s stay inside where it’s safe and warm;
We’ll have another coffee and sit a spell;
Our Angels are about to keep us safe from harm.
OH! The old tree fell in the backyard!
While the rain pelts down so very hard;
Windows are all closed, it’s just as well—
Happy to be high and dry is this simple bard.
MY! How the lightning FLASHES and CRASHES so!
Outside, right about now, is where I’d rather not go;
But things are getting better, you can sure tell—
Those high winds seem to be blowing a bit more slow.
It is just another Summer storm that’s just passing on thru—
See ya tomorrow when again it’s sunny and our skies returned blue.
Posted in Poem
Tags: after the storm, angels, bard, Chicken Little, coffee, heavy rains, high winds, lightning, poet, rain, safe and warm, skies of blue, stay inside, storm abates, storm has passed, Summer storm, suuny skies, thunderstorms, tree fall
Alone With The Jagged Cold
Posted by Kitt
I don’t quite think it was the jagged insult of the cold while stepping out from the shower;
It couldn’t have been the yawning cold empty space beside me on a still unmade bed;
Perhaps it was that the single cup of instant coffee was just okay enough with real soymilk;
Certainly not the unresponded to question of what possibly could I have said to you instead.
More than I surely love you.
More than we can go so far.
More than dreams seek the possible.
More than let’s get out of this damn bar.
I don’t know but the cat claw calls for more food for his old porcelain bowl;
I don’t understand but the heater needs a filter shift out with the coming cold;
I can’t see the change that the sunsets promise for those unparoled tomorrows;
But I could have added that the place beside my heart is all yours, truth be told.
Unless the future scares you.
Unless you can’t chance chance.
Unless my words wither at your feet.
Unless all those maybes can only translate into can’ts.
And, down the tracks and beyond the call to prayer and the next bead-toss parade
I go on with my so lonely but hopeful heart, though I’m not quite sure I got it made.
Posted in Poem
Tags: bad love, bars, bed, can't, cat, cat food, chance, claws, coffee, cold, dreamed-for love, dreams, failed conversations, failed explanations, future, heater, love childish, Love lost, love untrue, maybe, out of the shower, sharp cold, shower, soy milk, sunsets, unfullfilled love, unmade bed, winter, yearning