I Just Will

07 Sep 2010 Leave a Comment

by windybound in Inspirational, Misc, Spiritual, poetry [Edit]

There was an overwhelming feeling.

I have been letting someone down.

My fear stopped me short of my goals.

It is not like me to let another get in my heart.

I did not want to be Carly Simon.

My heart was held hostage.

I want to make this right.

What I have is mine.

Just the sharing does not make it his.

That is all I have to say about that.


I’ve been waiting all week

It’s just one show

But, ugh, these boys

Loud, loud boys

Arguing over a video game

Then it’s over

Laughing like hyenas

I can’t hear my show

I can’t concentrate

It’s only a show

This makes me happy

This makes me whole


One long day

And the next is shorter

Downhill from here

Summer has come

But brings a reminder

Only gonna stay a while


I work.

It hurts.

I’m stiff.

Keep on.

Who cares?

Not me.

I guess.

Not you.

Normal life.


I’m hearing the same tune

Over and over and over again

A little repiticious

Don’t ya think

Just a few more days

The tune will change

All will be right in my world

Every baby where they belong

For now


If I can’t be near my lake

Please open up the sky

Take me far away from her

I will miss my mother too much

If  you take me from my lake

Then bring me to the sky

My father is there with the stars

I will be home with little bear in my eyes

♦      ♥      ♦      ♥      ♦      ♥      ♦      ♥      ♦      ♥      ♦      ♥      ♦      ♥      ♦

Worms pink in puddles

Mosquitoes need to eat too

This walk a brisk one

☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼

See the line of clouds

Feel the wind blow on my heart

The call a whisper


Distracted again

Now time to think of my own

My future will come



She said things that made me chuckle.

“Come sit on the davenport.”

“Arco coffee is out of this world.”

She was a strong and fearless woman.

“I was not afraid to cook for a Five Star chef.”

“I spoke my mind when women were quiet.”

She thought she was sneaky.

“Don’t tell your mother…”

“Does my breath smell like smoke?”

She was too frugal for me.

“I bought you some slacks for only a nickel.”

“If your not going to eat that I will put it in my purse.”

She had me near tears at the end of our time.

“That red-haired girl came to see me.”

“Please, take me home with you, please.”

All of it, and more, makes me grateful.

Thank you, Great-Grandmother.


Feeling Flip

pain, tenderness, distress

You, again?

nuisance, asperity,discomfort

Welcome home!

angry, inflamed, aggravated

We missed you.

exhaustion, insomnia, powerlessness

Stay as long as you like.


A Mind to Travel

Longing for a drive across the prairie
Yellow and lavender sway on the breeze
Wildflowers are never contrary
Not even when they are so full of bees


Walk the Dog

I go out for a walk with Randy

He sets a fine pace

Prancing along

Trotting on tiny toes

Even at the end of the leash

I loose sight of him in the dark

So sleek and black

Save for one white star on his chest

Echolocations above us

Pause so his radar ears may find the sound

Or they may be wings

He thinks of flying away with these cousins

The last light reflects on the river

Just before it turns obsidian glass

We hear noise on the banks

Take me home, Randy


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