What do you look at in your mirror?
What thoughts embed your mind?
To look upon yourself with doubt
Someone you see reflecting back at you
To look like a stranger you have never seen.
What do you think is what you thought you knew?
Now whittles and chips at your soul
Will your thoughts include what you know?
To move on in the coming years.
From a quiet, peaceful sleep
The glow of the sun
Awakens the land to a new day
Filled with new life;
Shines the rays high above the sky
Down upon the sleepy land below.
A whisper, I hear my name.
Seems distant, but not the same.
Close to my ears I hear the call
No echo like it does in a hall.
Again a whisper I hear
I turn around to see it near.
But only the whispering wind
Bares my name from someone
Who is finally across the river plain.
They were there the day before
Now gone are they the next;
Love ones full of life
That no one would except to leave.
Gone are they to the other world
They left too fast for us grasp;
That to say good-bye was all too fast.
Door closes to my face
Of a love now that is lost forever.
Silently like a whisper left without word.
She pushed out my love I thought we had;
Now gone with closing of the door.
Gone out of my life;
Never to return again.
Fur comes out in tuffs
To the ground below.
Soft fur to the touch
Separates into single hairs.
The hot humid sun in the sky;
The month of Summer in the air;
The season of shedding is near.
Fur comes out easy;
Through a brush or hand.
A full layer of coat falls out
To make room for new one to form.
Inch by inch fur is plucked
From the sides of the dog;
Who stands and waits
For the grooming to be over with once more.
Heat rise upon the land
Baking the ground hard
Like a cookie in an oven.
Humid air blows though its nostrils
Baking the land even further.
Sweltering day is on hand
For the climb in the heated numbers
Is reaching to its peak;
To set forth more humid warm days ahead.
Sitting, waiting in a lawn chair;
With camera ready to a shoot.
Steady, ready aim at flying plane;
That sails high above the sky.
Press the button down to shoot;
Snap, snap, snap camera takes a series.
Feel the rush of the air;
Zoom, zoom the plane rushes by.
Check the pictures from the camera
Hoping to catch the planes of the air show;
As they fly throughout the sky.
A spark of interest peaks my mind.
I watch from a nearby table
A game I know so well.
My eyes stopped at what I was reading.
To look up and reminisce of the game I use to play.
I wish I had the cards in hand
To join this little match I see.
To feel the cards once more in hands
To know it’s only been two months since I played.
The spark of interest draws me near.
To watch the game;
To see the cards again;
To feel the fun I use to have.
I watch the rains come down
With raging torment upon the ground.
Belting loud their languish song
Drip, drop, drip drop.
The rains I see melt into one
Each drop melting into the next.
Dropping into steady stream
Drip, drop, drip, drop.