Poems #27 My thoughts racing all over the map tonight. I wrote this first one and nearly didn’t publish it, but decided it would be good to do so. Here I am with 2 more for today’s entries.

Solo Story Project

Blank stare at the page

Matches my empty-headedness

As too many thoughts

Ride by the window

Much too swift and slick

To hold onto

Snatches of my father

Eighty-eight this year

Turning over that nine

He has almost run out of time

He sits alone and likes it

Yet he holds onto his stories

I’ve begged him to tell us

Before he goes

And turns up his toes

He hears me not

My sisters are someones

How I’ve wished to know

What dishes they have

Inside they keep

Their stories, not a peep

I overflow and they know

Most of what I know

I am a constant show

Wanting them to be my audience

Holding that front row seat

But like for Guffman

I wait and wait

Faith Story

Faith takes a fullness of being

To know what it is that makes us leap

We repeat the same patterns

The echo of past mistakes

And something says purchase that new item

Way over there that you know nothing about

That shouts“pick me!”

In the sea of other worn grooves

More than mere mood molds

That jump to a find

When we are lost

Cannot be found

We hear the sound

Of simple symphonic greatness

In one single note

We stroke that lamp

Hoping for smoke

Knowing there will be a genie

Kind or evil is not

The supreme thought

In this small action

This tiny tenacious turn

To hold onto the one thing we know

Leaping for what we don’t, can’t,

but must, must, must!