A confidant asked me recently
(Gently, as is their way)
How, when I pick up that tool
I know when I’m finished
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A confidant asked me recently
(Gently, as is their way)
How, when I pick up that tool
I know when I’m finished
Rolling down steep hills
Friend returns for brief visit
…
I’m the only one
To see the proof left behind
…
“I know you aren’t thinking clearly”, I say
“Not thinking at all, even.”
Somehow, they don’t seem offended
They just continue that hard-edged stare
…
I saw something on a TV show today
That sparked something in me
I felt like I recognized an old friend
That I’ve recently been trying to avoid
And I don’t mean that I’ve seen this show before
…
Beast howling
It’s furious tantrum
Reverberates through my skull
It may not be real
But today I made it just real enough
To feel it in my teeth
December 20, 2024
She sits at a huge dining table
That was crafted amateurly
But with great care, in rich mahogany
Low warm lighting surrounds her
Stars twinkle through the windows
Her arms across her chest, she holds herself
Staring at an item on the table
Pondering
She remembers that she hates the smell of metal…
Stormy skies pound down onto dark shorelines
Anger whips branches and brambles to and fro
Thunder and lighting tear the sky into pieces
Echoing a desperate rage
Found in any lifetime of faulty connections
Dark clouds oppressive with no end in sight
Mix with a melancholy
Only the perpetually lonely can understand…
May they serve to remind my future self of the importance of perseverance, of how quickly things can change, and the value in maintaining good human connections with the right people.
Some days I get a little angry.
Some days I get a little rebellious.
I don’t know why.
Some days I get extremely angry,
almost enraged,
and I still don’t know why.
I became emboldened
Thinking this was it
Thinking I had the big mystery solved
I was carried by my arrogance