Three More

Wow, I must have too much time on my hands.  I've been writing a bit, but unfortunately not here.  I am trying to make an effort to put more stuff up here, but I get distracted and don't.  I know, there isn't much point to having a blog if you never write on it.  Oh well.  I figured out how to respond to a comment, so I can do that now.  Feel free to critique the poems if you want.  You won't hurt my feelings.

Days

      We all get them
Sunlight through the windows
   more than one in a row
lighting up the dust
piling up
  All over
   and over
Each a little different
  settling here but not there

Another night
  full of the day
   before it
Project into the dark
   fears worries and hopes
for the days
  to follow

c. 2012 C. Thames


I usually try to avoid "cute" in my poetry.  The next one isn't particularly cute, but it could be seen as a bit sardonic.

Robin

The first robin of spring
  back from his travels
The winter was long
  but not very cold
I wonder where he's been
  or if he enjoyed the trip
I guess it doesn't matter
  I'm just glad
TSA let him come back.

c. 2012 C.Thames

Okay, one more.  Like I said, I've been trying to write more.

Gentle Wind

Gentle wind blowing my mind
  where did it all start
In a dream – a dream of air
  moving moving moving
on the way away from here
  to somewhere not-here
like most dreams of where
  it is that's not where we are
Gone from here with its problems
  its incredible inconvenience
Day after night after day
  it never ends until it does
a quick cremation
  flame shedding the husk
freeing me into the air
  gentle wind blowing my mind

c. 2012 C. Thames