Month: February 2015

(alone with trees)

she whispers to me

as if the trees might hear her

like we’re not alone

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

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Going Out Of Style

I never tire

I never bore

And I can’t seem to get enough

Of the time I spend with you

You put a smile on my face

You force me to think

Of your random thoughts

Which require inquisition

My time with you is full of pondering

And laughter

Oh, the laughter

How well you bring it on

And how well you place infectious smiles

Which I don’t seem to lose

Even long after you’ve left

I love my time with you

You are imperfect

In an imperfect world

But it all seems perfect

When you’re around

Because I love to smile

Love to laugh

And together, we do it well

We take the advantage

And tune it to our liking

And use it up

Like it’s going

soon to be gone

Like a passing fad

Which we cling to

hold tight

Like it’s going

Going out of style

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

 

 

No Regrets

I feel bad about the way it ended

But I carry no regrets

I said things I shouldn’t have

But I have no regrets

You, too said nasty things

And I would guess

You have no regrets

This can be chalked up

To ‘just how we are’

And no need for regrets

I understand

As I’m sure you do too

There is no apology

Nothing which can be said

For we both know

No other way

Than, to disregard this completely

For there are no regrets

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

 

Solid Advice

I go to bed too late

I rise up too early

The sky is still blue

And the water flowing from my pipes is still clear

Dogs still bark

And shit on my lawn, sometime in the night

My neighbor is still a pain in the crotch

And I have nothing in the fridge to eat

Boys will be boys

And the girls will still be girls

This is life, Kido

Nothing really changes

Not in a major sense of way

There will still be babies born

And the old and young alike, will still die

I’ll keep wondering off at nothing

And laugh at the same, when I get back

The day is light

The night, dark

These are the things we can count on

And do count on

And that’s just about all I seem to need

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

 

Partially Deft Or Not Giving A Shit

You never listen to me

That’s all I heard

I wasn’t paying attention

I couldn’t have cared less

Irritaion can leave a smurk on ones lips

She’s just a filler

Filling in the cracks

She looks pissed

She is pissed

Not pissed off

Pissed

She’s looking right through me

But I won’t look back

I’m in a better place

I’m somewhere else

I have better things to do

It’s not deafness, you see

Just a wee bit deft

Did you hear a thing I said?

Yes

And

No

Don’t care

And won’t

I think

It’s best

If

She leaves

Now

© Dicky J Loweman 2105