Staring out my window I dream.
Staring out my window I procrastinate.
Staring out my window I can see my future.
Staring out my window I contemplate self-doubt.
One day I won’t have to look out this window ever again.
Free Verse
Waiting For Sunset
I am frustrated by myself and with myself.
There seems to be no end in sight as if the sun refuses to set behinds the westward mountains.
Nature will and can only act according to its own decrees.
And yet I will find myself wanting to force change.
To wait, to be patient, to understand is the one risk which cannot guarantee reward.
To act foolishly is to get burnt.
The Waiting Month
When you get right down to it there isn’t really much redeemable about February.
Yes there is a day of love.
It is also the shortest month but for me,
for me it takes the longest.
There is no hidden anticipation.
All is doom, gloom and the farthest thing from bloom.
No hope yet.
Just passing time as I patiently wait for the promise of renewal in
spring- in March.
A Sentimental Journey
How many sentimental journeys do we take in a
Lifetime?
Year?
Day?
Hour?
The seduction of the memory cannot be resisted.
Heartbreak or fulfillment each beg you with equal vigor.
Are we running from our future or to our past?
The present is unable to offer the nostalgia we crave.
As long as you understand it’s not the memory it’s too far gone now.
Now we are in love with the sentiment.
Obnoxiously Opulent
This isn’t a lecture.
We’ve had too many of those no matter how elegantly written.
Instead a suggestion if I may?
And I will.
If you elect to let it fly by invest in something, something obnoxiously opulent.
Watch the time tick by in style.
Now What
What a boon to overcome your own self-doubt,
And to find yourself at the end of an arduous road.
Accomplishment battles with bewilderment.
Now What?
Looking Up
It’s so incredibly easy to look down-
Watch each step you take one by one. You never
have to look anyone in the eyes.
It’s so incredibly easy to look down-
You never have to worry about hazards or opportunities whipping
by.
It’s so incredibly easy to look down-
You never have to take a chance because the ground is solid
beneath you.
It’s so incredibly to look down-
And miss the beauty that’s in the sky just above the tree tops.
Making Wishes
As a kid I used to pick these and then make a wish-
It’s funny now I can’t even remember what I wished for-
It was more about making the wish-
I suppose there is a lesson to be found there.
To Not Know is to Know
Sometimes it is better to leave such questions unanswered-
If you want to know who’s watching you then who you watch might be even more interested-
Would you give up anonymity?
Blissful ignorance or ignorant bliss either way-
Pick your dance.
Poem 618
The sun rises, sets, repeats each day.
The moon follows suit.
Dancing with the stars instead of among the clouds.
A siren’s beat pulses in the air–hypnotizing
How high can you go– if you let go of everything?
Without ever leaving the ground–
Literary.Land.of.Alysia 