Winter Nights

Night comes quickly

During the lonely and desolate winter months

Talk is cheap, used sparingly

No one is interested, no one is listening

Great plans are laid to rest

To rise again — but only to again fall

Into the darkness, the nothingness, the mire

But we keep our memories close at hand

To use when the mind’s well runs dry

And the winds blow too cold

© Dicky J Loweman 2015


Life is often cruel

It’s been especially cruel to you

Blessed with lifelong bad looks and soup for a brain

You struggle with the simplest of thoughts

Ideas often coming minutes too late

If life is a race

You were certainly slow out of the gate

© Dicky J Loweman 2014