You say I block you from success,
That my needs cannot be met,
Without sacrificing what you need.
You have not listened to understand,
Nor given me time to teach,
What and why or discuss alternatives.
There is space in the ground between,
What you need and want aren't one,
Step back and then meet me in there.
We can do what needs doing together,
We can both find some room to withdraw,
And then forward together much stronger.
Category: Poetry
Lame attempts at poetry, generally written to please myself or as a form of self-prescribed therapy.
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Compromise
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Vacation
It’s supposed to be fun, I return exhausted
To a pile of work not done
And no extra time to do it
With a wallet that’s empty
And experiences I could live without. -
I Forget
I had a verse inside my head,
But left without a pen,
It floated there a fleeting moment,
And now it’s lost and dead. -
Spring
A twittering echos through the air Singing the music of spring As a new generation steps to embark On the journey of all living things
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Recreational work
Stop, I'm told, and smell a rose. Pause and take a break. So I comply. The smell offends my nose. Why don't you do what others do? I'm asked without words. But I'm not them. Must I pretend to be like you? What's wrong with loving work? Both the process and results? Rest is wearying. But labor refreshes and refuels.
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Because I Can
I'm told it'd be better and cost less, If I hired the experts to do it. They reason true. I know. My time's too costly for stuff like this, I should just pay someone else. Again, they're right. I know. But money and time aren't the point, I do it myself 'cause I can. Joy has value. I know.
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Caught it…
The rumble of wheels on gravel I prick my ears and take position For years I've tried diligently but failed Today is the day -- I will catch it today I launch with all the power in me It draws near and I lengthen my stride Barking fiercely and closing the gap A mouthful of rubber -- thrill of success Then searing pain and darkness close in As I ask myself why I wanted this.
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Evolving
I... Wanted... THIS!!! I wanted this... I... wanted this? I wanted this???
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Inch Deep
Once fed by melting white snow Tumbling quickly with great energy Living rock yielded to the potent push As it carved deeper and built strength Life's elements careening down stream Then dreadfully harnessed and tapped To suit the intent of designers Pounding and frothing for naught As twist upon turn changed the course Sapping the potential and power Till an inch deep and two miles wide Sluggishly creeping along the way Stagnantly pooling, nearly halting Releasing what was suspended All is lost by expanding too wide
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Left undone
An afternoon unallocated Retreat to the shop, pick something up "Dad!" -- A call for my help It can wait... I whisper to myself As I answer the call of a child An evening to write -- maybe a chapter Open the draft and read what I wrote Memory refreshed, prepared to compose A knock at the door draws my attention A neighbor needs help The story will be there tomorrow I guess The oil needs changing -- maintenance deferred A banging noise calls for investigation It'll only take an afternoon or so Maybe I should just pay someone else But I'll find some time I promise myself Hoping that noise isn't dangerous