Still Time

Today has a different feel to it.

It’s warm enough to open the doors

 and I watch the sun

play a game with spring

though I think winter

is just on a coffee break.

Are the green shoots being fooled

or am I?

They poke through the soil and grass

and talk about life starting over.

Maybe  it’s not too late for me;

maybe there is still time.

Prayer – (a nonet)

 

NONET

I have recently been introduced to a few different short poetry forms which I am using to help me with my poetry skills and to keep my muse awake when he (yes, he!) starts to yawn. The following one is a nonet.

 A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc… until line nine that finishes with one  syllable.

 PRAYER

 Daring to believe in something good,

a presence larger than myself,

I search through myriad thoughts

and stumble upon prayer.

I try it for size;

it seems to fit

very well

so I

pray

Apology

Apology

Okay, I didn’t really
mean to tell you to
piss off this morning,
but I just became weary
with your “all will be well”
promises and the love
you reckon to pour
over me every day.
I’m sorry, right?
I didn’t mean it;
I just lose my way
sometimes
and feel lost.

This is a Prayer,
by the way,
I hope You’re
listening.