Month: September 2014

Closer

They’re getting closer and they know it

I stay here motionless

In the tall grass

I can’t seem to move

I find it hard to breathe

I can hear footsteps

And a low murmur of voices

I can see their flashlights waving

They’re closing in

One by one

They slowly tramp by

Until I’m the one furthest behind

From back here,

From this vantage point

I just might get away

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

 

 

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This Room

This rooms seems a little too big

Too big for all the shit

The shit I have collected

Collected, then forgotten about

There’s too much to dirty

Too much to clean

Memories get too easily lost

Lost like a phone number

Or a set of keys

Maybe it needs more furniture

To occupy the the void

The darkness

Of this room

Which is just too big

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

Stormy Seas

I rock back and forth

To and fro

Side to side

My sail has snapped

The rudder is gone

Any controlling agent

Or influence over direction

Has left my grasp for good

In the galley, plates smash

Pots and pans swing in the toss

The hull has taken water

Through the shattered forward hatch

I’m now locked in the head

Forced to stay

Until Poseidon’s blinding rage

Finally calls me down

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

 

The Colors Of Your Eyes

The colors of your eyes

Are the softest baby blue

When you open them

In the early morning light

The colors of your eyes

Are the deepest forest green

As we move through the forest

The colors of your eyes

Are like pulsars in space

When you get confused

By my many wrongful doings

The colors of your eyes

Are red as blood

When I fuel your fire inside

With the agitation

I’m so good at supplying

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

Rainy Night

Lightning flashes bright across the sky

I build a fire to keep me warm

But the damp logs just smoke and won’t ignite

It’s a cognac kind of night

Just a smidge to warm the soul

Of course, there’s none in this house

The rains are coming a bit too hard

No sense in trying to venture out

So I’ll pick another nectar

Maybe curl up with a book

Or relive the past through old photographs

Either way

It’s a rainy night

And nights like this

Seem to last forever

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

 

Grey Area

Boredom consumes me

I can’t find peace

In this restless house

Everything looks askew, dirty and out-of-place

Kind of what I imagine purgatory would look and feel like

I think I should go for a walk

Get some air

Try to clear my head

Of this grey area

I seem perpetually stuck in

The wind is stronger than usual

I find that no matter the direction

I’m heading straight into its arms

The sky gives off a grey-ish tint

Reminding me of the thoughts I’m running from

I think I’ll wonder home

Fix a drink

And take a nap

Hoping when I wake

I can start

Again

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

Dead Rose Clippings

My neighbor stopped me today

To ask if I had seen anyone in his yard last night

I answered no and asked him why

He answered that some person has been cutting his roses

I didn’t hear anything, I told him

‘To me it sounds like a vandal’

The only thing he couldn’t understand

Is why the person also trimmed

All the dead flowers away

‘Repayment’, I remarked

And walked into my house

Where I refilled the roses on my table

Trimmed off two dead leaves

And through them in the trash

With the rest of the dead rose clippings

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

 

When The Collector Met Joe The Spider

The boy thought he saw something

Out of the corner of his eye

He put down his magnifying glass

And got out of his chair

He slowly crept towards the corner

Sliding his socks on the floor

As if lifting his feet might give him away

He peeked around the cabinet

And saw him there

‘Hello’, said the collector to the big hairy spider

‘hello back’, said the spider to the pray

‘You’d make a nice addition to my collection’, the collector whispered

‘Wait’, remarked the spider

‘I know where you sleep

And as you turn away

I’ll hide in plain sight

And wait patiently

until you go to bed

then I’ll dine on you

From the inside to the out’

‘No matter’, said the collector to the spider

‘I’ll take my chances’

And with that, the collector hurried away to grab a jar

All the time in the world

For the spider to move

Just behind the bedpost

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

 

Big Bay Window

I can stay here all day

Just to watch the happenings

Of the outside world

I never need to leave this spot

I get all the information I need

A man and a woman in jackets

It’s cold today

Teenagers in sunglasses and dark shadows

Another Sunny day

Leaves whip and spin

There’s a good breeze to the air

But who needs all of that?

Looking through this big bay window

Is like watching television

Only life sized

And in real time

© Dick J Loweman 2014