A year of loss
A year for loosing
What are these tsunamis of grief
These earthquakes of mourning?
What will they teach us?
And who will be made better?
Will he become a more loving parent, husband, son?
Will she forgive small slights more readily?
As always seems the case
More questions raised than answered
Lord puzzlement reigns over
His eternally lost subjects
And until the very last
Not one of us knows
When my time comes
Will I die in dignity with grace
Or fall screaming into the void?
The world slides by
Through exhaustion’s haze
Gritty eyes barely register the shifting skyline
Did I sleep at all last night?
If so, I dreamt I was awake
Every tiny sound in the dark
Became my focus
Only to be replaced by the next in
The bump-tink chorus
Awake in the small hours is a little death
And 3 am knows all my secrets
Fortunately 7 am is a forgetful fool
I will sleep walk now through another day
And live in dread of the coming night
Where I may live it all again
Who can say?
An aging lothario reflects
He’s never been to war
But he’s been a soldier on
The battlefields of love
He was no pacifist either
He laid sieges and stormed bastions
Without fear or remorse
Took no prisoners
Gave no quarter
Fought only to win
That perhaps he’d had it all askew
Maybe love isn’t conquest
Maybe true love
Time is like a contrary elastic band
It stretches beyond all conceivable possibility
When we’re waiting for our moment
Then suddenly contracts as soon as the good stuff starts
How much nicer would life be
If it just did the reverse?
Time, like the honey badger
Doesn’t care about what we think.
According to WordPress, today marks the one year anniversary of Runaway American Dream. I’m actually surprised it has only been that long as we seem to have covered quite a bit of ground together.
My stats, as of this moment, stand at 429 followers and around 14,380 hits. That makes me a baby compared to a lot of my readers (I’m assuming some portion of you actually read my stuff) but I’m frankly astonished that so many have dropped by at least once – incredible.
My posts currently average around twenty ‘likes’ per – compared to the hundreds that some of my favourite blogs receive any time they so much as sneeze in public – so I’d say I have quite a ways to go before anyone starts taking me in any way seriously.
That’s okay, though, I’m having a blast and enjoying the interactions I get to have here and on other blogs I follow. Those interactions aren’t as frequent as I’d like – comments mean so much more than ‘likes’ – but I’m sure that will improve over time.
This really has been a fantastic experience for me (and so much cheaper than therapy) getting my scribbles to an audience has been a dream I’ve fostered since I was a mere pup and I couldn’t have found a more appreciative and supportive bunch to unleash them upon if I’d tried.
Thanks to all of you for taking the time to drop by and a very special thank you to those of you who have taken the time to comment. I’m touched that you have allowed Jersey girl and I into your lives.
Solitude’s final moments
The long suspension draws
To its end
This broad expanse contracting by increments
Soon now the window between us will open and
The light will shine only from your upturned face
You will fold yourself against me
In a world without time
And I will gather you up
My great reward
I am hurtling towards you now
Can you sense me?
Though I am yet to depart
I am already in motion
I am coming my love
Coming to claim my prize
Six word poem
Life only exists between the lines.