Day: September 25, 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