Poetry Corner

Just Imagine...

Imagine your own death, just imagine…

Seeing your body, lifeless in a coffin…

Just the thought of it would probably give you a heart attack;

Beware! The treachery of death is not an innocent prank!

Do you look pretty darn good in that cold casket?

Are you wearing your favorite color or outfit?

Have they covered your pale face with much make-up

Simply to conceal the kind of life that geared you up?

dear ptsd; will I ever come home

the wounds I bear cannot be seen on my body
telltale signs – road maps to show the way
invisible to passerby or friend

flashbacks and nightmares
left UN-shared
so few understand

in distant places my eyes grew distant
taught to kill but not to feel,
left alone to carry the pain – sentence LIFE

dreams once a refuge
now filled with pain
nightmares fill my mind

Six Crosses 

We are a small town,

With a small town’s cemetery.

Our Legion Post is small too,

so many words left unsaid,
like raindrops falling from the sky,
to numerous to count

so much time we had
we could talk whenever we wished

tonight there is no rain and I find myself
wishing you were holding me

I spoke a thousand words to you today
and wondered if you heard them
or were they like un-danced songs

if I screamed I love you…..would it rain again
would I hear your words
or feel only your tears as
they fell from the sky mixing with mine

Let Things Go

There may be something running

deeper than the gene pool.