The Good ‘ByePosted: April 2, 2012
~ 2 small poems, 1 photo ~
I don’t know why there is so much rhyme in my poems lately. They just skip along, rhyming on their way. I almost want to apologize for that. Seems a strange evolution, towards youthfulness, but I do feel young, no doubt in part because of this fresh start. That is appropriate in this season of springtime and rebirth, isn’t it?
Verses just seem to pop into my head these days while I am waking or walking, cooking or reading. It is as if Someone is saying, “You think you have neither rhyme nor reason in your life? Yeah well, here you go: about time, you got Rhyme…” I am simply accepting such lines as odd little poetic gifts in the rhyme-scheme of my life and passing them on to you.
I’m not a photographer but I certainly do appreciate this beautiful world and sometimes I stop gawking long enough to remember to take a picture. The photo below is one of my favorites, so I pass that along to you, too. It seems a good week for the majesty of nature, for rays of sunshine through the clouds, and for storms subsiding. By next Sunday, this sky will be clear!
The Good ‘Bye
I couldn’t tell you my fears because they were of you.
I couldn’t tell you my dreams; they were of you, too.
When you said that you love me, you meant the me that you know.
If you met me on the inside it would be easier to let me go.
The Good ‘Bye (take 2)
We can’t move at all forward
If we only watch our backs.
Watch me turn,
Watch me walk away.
In your mind you can make me anything you want,
But you cannot make me stay.