Day: June 28, 2015

Hold To Grace

You hold to grace,

Like a bull in a china shop

You teeter from side to side,

Like a rudderless ship

If you told me you were dancing,

I’d have to believe you

There’s a certain art to you,

A style soaked in you

This can’t be duplicated,

Can’t be imitated

But somehow,

You manage to pull it off

And I know the walk home,

Will be interesting,

And filled with hundreds of extra,

And dizzying side steps,

And circles

Got to smile

You have it all worked out,

Down to a science,

And perfected,

And done so without shame,

Or care,

Or regret

Like a small child,

I guess you just don’t know,

Any better,

Any other way

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

 

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A Pause To This Life

As I sit here,

I think about everything,

And nothing,

All at once

The heat of the day,

Has zapped my thoughts,

And any words I might have considered using

I keep fixating on the old clock

With its old neon tubes,

And it’s deafening hum

I watch the second-hand tick

Tick, tick, tick, tick

I feel as though,

I have been in this same spot for years

And I feel as though,

I might stay here for several more years

Not moving,

Just watching

Tick, tick, tick, tick

This is how I’m spending life,

Right now

In an old bar,

Which is held empty,

By the early hour,

And the sun’s stifling heat

Tick, tick, tick, tick

The bartender’s slow reach,

To the bottle on the back bar,

Looks to me,

Like a speeding train

Tick, tick, tick, tick

Then suddenly, I’m back

Back just in time

To catch his sudden movement,

And watch the glass being set,

In front of me

Like a plane landing at night

In the swirl of jet fumes,

And heat,

And that old neon clock

Tick, tick, tick, tick

© Dicky J Loweman 2015