Day: November 17, 2014

Midnight Stirs

Long past midnight

Most stir in beds

Left for dreams of happy days

And vacation houses on the beach

Some, however, are left to darker nights

Left to stew in thoughts of the undone

Or a past of what’s been done

I slowly pace this home

As quiet as the mice within the walls

And if luck hits me

I might join them tonight

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

Someone Who Cares

Save you bitching for someone who cares

Your self-rigious ways

The pedistal you like to perch from

On your soapbox

Voicing timeless observations

Of things gone wrong

Of the ways it should be

Could be

If I would only look at it

From your point of view

Leaving forever behind, mine

© Dicky J LOweman 2014