Old Before My Time
Dreams were easy to achieve: travel to foreign lands, falling in love, changing the world in my career. My brain exploded: safety within four walls, humbled love for my Steve, grateful to just return to work. At 49 I became old.
8. The Messenger VIII
We were two
Already all this time
We were two
It was so natural
None of us realized it
None of us ever suspected anything
Yet we could have guessed, doubt it
Never did I feel alone
Never, you either
You told me this many times
Never alone did you feel
Still, It was a sign
When we think of all these people
Who are so alone
And who act without any common sense
Just because they feel lonely
It would be enough for them to look
Straight and in all honesty
At their situation(s) to clearly see
That they are not alone at all
We were two
Already all this time
We were two
It was so natural
She stared fixatedly at a point Past his right shoulder. ”You are raunchy, loud and a bore.” He smiled With dead eyes. ”You, my dear, are expensive, dramatic and bossy.” This is why they stopped talking to each other.
Hour 8
Poetry marathon
Early starters
Late bloomers
Each find
their way
Their sunny day
In the space
That lies
Between
Both ways
That’s where
I lies…
With my
Amateur
Way…
Ha ha ha..
Sunshine and Storms
Sunshine and Storms
Virginia Carraway Stark
One day you’re coming
Going is fine
Coming up the street
Sunshine on your shoulders
Clouds crossing your path
A delight in the sky
Rain pelting your your path
Refreshing and fine
Only to return
And to find
a tornado has taken
all that was yours
hailstorms have claimed
your crops and your wine
Coming and going
both were just fine
the wind was refreshing
the sunshine divine
how could you know
their was a twister behind you
taking everything you loved
leaving nothing behind
the sun still was on your shoulders
a breeze ruffled your hair
a bit of rain
devastation seemed a nightmare
Hour 8. (2019)
She had bonsai eyes
And cherry cheeks
And hair of strawberry fields
He had cinnamon eyes
And scarlet lips
And hair of wheat ears
I loved them both
Peter Pan (hour 8)
In Neverland, all parts of our childhood hide:
the boy of our youth, the girl of our dreams, and the man of our nightmares,
living by sun and moon, land and sea, adventure and book.
In Neverland, selfishness rules:
a crocodile eating the weak, lost boys who never grow up, and the man with the hook,
but even in Neverland, love is required, so
Tinkerbell was always there for Peter, and Peter, he chose Wendy.
REGRET
REGRET
I loved you after
I let you leave me forever,
then I missed you
The way I miss snow
in summertime heat waves
or warmth in December
The way a drunkard
needs a shot of alcohol
or hippies want peace
I miss you always
dreams become my nightmares and
reality bites hard
© Diane Morinich
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under the bridge lived a man named sam
he smelled like beer
and he slurred when he spoke
he had no home to return to
he had no job to hold
he had no money left to spend
just a fool who loved with every breath