A Hug

Was it the hug that drove you away
You were among the missing today
Since then I have wondered
If in this way I have blundered

Once more did I awaken that bug
when I asked for a simple hug
Has the bug once more infected
The great friendship we'd protected

One hug would be OK, you'd been giving them to others,
but I'd take it back, as, if I had my druthers.
I'd rather see you come around
Than see that empty chair, I've found.

Troubles and Tides

Let your troubles be bubbles
That float with the tide
If the tide's coming in,
Then you really can't win.

So just float with the tide
Until that tide turns,
Then in a moment,
Those troubles won't torment.

Learn from the sea,
And ride thru life's troubles
With the forever tides,
Floating like bubbles.

Some Castles Have A Limited Life

As I sat listening
beside a sea that was glistening,
These words someone proudly announced
"It's finished!"  And off to see it they bounced.

"We gotta go see it, before it's too late.
It's the castle of castles, we really can't wait
I'm not gonna miss it," I heard him shout
"That you can count on, without any doubt."

Wait a minute or two, sure I misunderstood
Most castles I know for centuries stood.
Were years in the making,
The care their builders were taking.

Sure, warfare made things urgent when battles advanced,
but the military's castles were always enhanced.
Taking lessons from tactics that changed year to year,
Castles were strengthened, so nothing to fear.

The oldest of castles in the ninth century built,
It was hard to believe one need run there full tilt
to see such a castle just now completed,
unchallenged so far, much less soon to be defeated.

Ah, but this castle's life will be measured in hours
and not centuries as the ones with great towers
In minutes this castle's assembly was measured,
not years like those ancient castles I've treasured.

You see those old ones were built of timber and stone
in a place carefully chosen to protect its own.
This one's made of sand, built just for part of this day
in a spot where the tide will soon wash it away.

Waiting

Despite the calendar, a chill remains

Azaleas seem only to bloom with regret

Their thoughts a bit like mine I’d bet

Something is lost amid the steady rains.

The overdue season, by far the favorite of most,

Spring shuffles in this time, not bursting forth

Recalling wintry blasts out of the North,

Arriving weekly those polar waves did boast.

Winter’s power foretold a sense of loss and more,

Sending forth a chilling icy regret

Where once stood warmth and yet

We know Spring’s always come before   

So hope stands firm, awaiting all the while

The return of poetry, delight and laughter,

Catching your breath the moment after,
And, most of all, that summery, sunlit smile.

All About You

"They're never about me
that much all can see,"
She says with a frown.
"You're letting me down."

Ah but look here, I say--
Not today, not today.

Today I have found
the cheerful one 'round
Her spirits don't wane
on a day filled with rain.

Has something yet changed?
Her thoughts rearranged?

She's not been her usual
and my feelings are mutual,
a bit down and out
storm clouds were about

But this morning there's hope
and I think I can cope

About her there's light
as her spirits aright
Finally here's a poem,
I'm sure that'll show'em.

Today's poem for certain is all about you
Rainy day that this is, what else can I do?

Forgiving and Falling

On the cusp of forgiveness,
she is teetering now.
For a week she has agonized,
wondered just how
it turned out she was no longer
 the one and only
one he talked to when
dread made him lonely.

For him it seemed to evolve
with the passage of time
from bursts of outrage, then glares that never abated
into silence sublime
Much easier to cope with shouting, being hated

She stopped asking questions,
he'd learned to stop
answering, he just said he was sorry,
and let his head drop,
avoiding hurtful admissions
that caused only pain.
The mere friendship he'd tried to explain
simply would not, could not fit in her brain.  

He'd once admitted that for this friend
he held a place in his heart
From the heart he had given her,
he'd taken a part.
He had vowed to be hers for his lifetime, she thought.
But finding this friend, look what he had wrought.

If in pain he had turned to a friend,
he was wrong,
this friend in his heart
simply did not belong.

How to force him to choose,
once and for all?
Still keeping her balance,
avoiding a fall.

Who Is Al Fresco, And Why Is She Calling Me?

OK, a poem, again...

My Spectacles

Spectacles, I’ve always had them

At least since fifth grade.

They show me more than I’d like.

Spectacles are more than what’s 

seen than what’s used to 

see them, I mean, like tonight’s 

lightning flashing

Against my bedroom wall now

Across the lagoon

Then all around all at once.

Or, like this morning

The Sky a brilliant blue

Sunlight reminding me of....

But today I asked my spectacles

To stop showing what

Ever they want, but only

what I want.  No more of you

your grin, your laughter

all the joy you seem to have

without me.

It’s simple really, just leave

A few odd things out

I don’t need them really nope--

My redesigned spectacles

Don't paint the world anew

They just omit you, mostly.

Saving me from some lovely

Dissonance for now 

But nothing in the long run