Don’t Be Afraid To Cry

A large room with a window
Could have been a bedroom
Floor cluttered with shirts
New, men’s sport shirts
With designer logos
On left, chest pockets
Logos, of a Southwest
Native American talisman
Slow parade of unfamiliar
Men, of all persuasions
Came and went
Helped themselves
To expensive garments
From the window
My father’s face–reflected
Disappointment, sadness

 

Living Mood Rings

Molly was a planner

There was a plan

For everything

And everybody

Expressed thoughts

In vibrant colors

There was no

Night, no day

Molly never rested

On account of–there

Might be somebody

Somewhere, that

Needed something

Seth, was just there

For the beer

Or so, he said

It was just like

Seth to say

Annoying things

Just for laughs

Molly knew he

Would answer

For cruel remarks

On Judgement day

 

Searching For Relevance

Uniqueness

Hidden in obliqueness

Far as the eye could see

Newcomers

Different drummers

Too many Indian summers

___________

Closed rooms

Cuspidors, chamber pots

It was too much

Too soon

Intelligence, ambivalence

Searched for relevance

___________

Blue eyes

Color of winter skies

Broken hearts

Stripped for parts

Criticism

Hidden in witticisms

___________

Leathery hands

Tried to understand

Blue chambray shirts

Smelled of sweat and dirt

Rusted old pump

Rested down by the barn

____________

Not happy

Not sad

Somewhere

In between

Words void of feeling

Words with no meaning

EVERYTHING PUT TOGETHER…

Eroded memory

Carefully crafted

Common sensical

Whimsical, emotional

Achievement, monuments

Sand castles, dreams

Hot day ice cream

Dignity, self-respect

Barriers from reality

Persistence of conscience

Specks of insignificance

Given, torn asunder

Sacrificially surrendered

Everything put together falls apart