Saturday, January 28, 2012

In the Not Knowing

Comfortable in the not knowing

much about you.

Why’d you have to ruin it

find a way to bond with me

pull me in to your inner circle

with kind words and smiles?

Now I’m caught in your grasp,

have to attend all your bashes

laugh at your jokes

hold your hand when you crumble.

Of course, you do that for me too

so maybe I am just a fool

to forget the joy you’ve brought me.

A friend of a friend turned friend,

loyal until the very end

and I’m grateful in the not knowing

what would have been

if you hadn’t offered me a smile

that caused me to tumble for you.

“My Many Colored Days”

I used to have many colored days

a spectrum of yellow to green

joys and hopes and happiness

reflections of blossoms in spring.

But now my days are gray

with only flecks of colors frayed at the ends

brightest when I’m still at home

in the morning and once my day ends.

A palette smeared and blurred and frantic

from self-inflicted want for growth

but now I’m stressed and overwhelmed

and for hues of orange, I grope.