Poetry From A Non Poet # 4

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

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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.