I Am Late at My Singing
As I was waiting,
flowered buds shriveled.
Tangerine daylilies burst.
Too late, too late the music.
Flowered buds shriveled
in the dance of my mind.
Too late, too late the music,
like rain clouds.
In the dance of my mind,
there are heart storms
like rain clouds,
too full my heart to dance.
There are heart storms
in blossoms tightly closed.
Too full my heart to dance.
I am late at my singing.
In blossoms tightly closed
there are mind storms.
I am late at my singing.
Atonal connections rasp.
Strains hovered on air.
Wallflower words that want to dance
collapse.
Strains hovered on air,
as I was waiting.
I’ve Got Those Monday Blues
I need to leave you baby, cause I love you way too much
I need to leave you baby, so you’ll miss my sweet, sweet touch
But if you want me, honey; I’m back in a heart dream’s rush
Why can’t you say you love me
Why can’t you hold me close
Why do you want to treat me
Like a piece of day old toast?
I’m leaving the hacienda
I’m leaving the briar patch
I’m leaving pets and unmade beds
And the dream catcher’s catch
I need to leave you baby, cause I love you way too much
I need to leave you baby, so you’ll miss my sweet, sweet touch
But if you want me, honey; I’m back in a heart dream’s rush
I’m leaving all your off- key songs
I’m leaving air-blown kisses
I’m leaving all your promises
Once hits, now only misses
I’m leaving piles of laundry
Socks that never match
I’m leaving pets and unmade beds
And the dream catcher’s catch
Why can’t you say you love me
Why can’t you hold me close
Why do you want to treat me
Like a piece of day old toast?
I need to leave you baby, cause I love you way too much
I need to leave you baby, so you’ll miss my sweet, sweet touch
But if you want me honey; I’m back in a heart dream’s rush*
This poet has a lovely voice and a wider range. Look her up!.
This poet has a lovely voice and a wider range. Look her up!.
Dear Martha,
It is so many years later that I look at Google (in easier to read format) and see myself at ninety through your heartwarming comment. I thank you now for believing in me through my poetry . I don’t think there was a space to reply before; but, as the years slip by, I need to thank you for filling one in me.
Lucille