Monday morning was eventful for as far as creativity goes. On my drive to work I had an idea for something to write. Of course since I was driving I couldn't do anything about it other than hope I'd remember it once I got into the office. Then another idea came, followed quickly by a third. When this has happened to me I tend to forgot the other ideas before I can get the first one out of my brain.
After parking I did my normal speed walk in hope that I'd be able to clock in on time. Right away I opened a Word document and started on the first thought, then opened another for the second and realized I didn't remember the third. About the time I finished typing however the third popped back and I started on it. Before long I had a fourth and fifth locked down.
Yesterday I did some editing on them and am presenting them to be analyzed and dissected. Are they any good? I never know what anybody will or will not like. If you can figure it out let me know. I'm clueless.
Over time
the urge has lessened
The voice in
my head saying return to me
Has slowly dissolved
into a faint memory
The desire
to toss everything away
To find a
way and just go no matter the consequences
Is no longer
sharp and pointed
Every so
often, though
When I’m not
careful and let down my guard
That
yearning returns and engulfs me
My mind
imaging a different future
Living with
that is when life becomes burdensome
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I feel like I’m on autopilot
Duties accomplished by rote
Days ticked off the calendar
All blurring into one
Nothing accomplished
No taking the different leap
Tomorrow will be an aberration
Tomorrow is long overdue
Tomorrow will be fun
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I stopped being me a long time ago
Now I feel as if I’m getting back to the old me
Though that version of me no longer exists
I can return to aspects of the old me
But that me will have to merge with the new me
A multitude of experiences and issues have affected me
Whether I wanted them to or not
They can’t be forgotten
Hopefully the blended me can learn from past errors
And then I can finally be a better me
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My favorite sweater is starting to turn gray
The way black ones do when they’ve
Been worn and washed
hundreds of times
The right elbow has been patched
It’s old and worn
Yet still serviceable
Like me
I’ll keep wearing it until it completely falls apart
Faithful until the end
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There’s a slow car in the left lane
The fast lane
A quick glance shows the middle lane is clear
I jet around him and see he’s looking at his phone
A sharp pull in front of him doesn’t get any attention
I don’t brake check him
But man oh man,
I sure want to
He’s still plodding on in my rearview mirror
In no particular hurry
Perfectly oblivious
Having a happy Monday Morning drive
Me, I’m late for work
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There you have it. 5 new poems written. I'll have to see if any make the cut for my next (non) poetry zine.
Written and Published by Don Leach.
May not be used without permission from the author.
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