Stumble

Your misery's a symphony,

your thoughts a disaster.

It's a cattle prod grenade,

this sorrow serenade,

yet I trip as I swallow

and break through the marrow.

My soul's sometimes deep

and other times shallow.

Vexed and confused

as I float in refuse.

I'm lost and I'm reeling

from all that I'm feeling.

And I stumble - on - my - words

Yes I stumble - on - my - words

Sometimes mumble through the world

Or simply - stumble - on - my - words

A Schindler chin

that can hold all within.

Decisions and duties

that battle for the beauty

Of a victorious nod

that claims all as God,

getting lost and withdrawn

a selfish night without dawn.

I'm thinking and stealing

from memories revealing,

at times lost and confused,

or dazed and amused.

And I stumble - on - my - words

Yes I stumble - on - my - words

But I smile

get up

learn

grow

Dust myself

And move on.

Even if on occasion

I stumble on my words.

A week of poems #7: Melatonin

Maudlin melatonin

bitter sequin smiles.

The mind is often roaming,

resolution's dipped in guile.

Joyful is the apnea

sharpened be thy grin,

A dash or two of salvia,

a cup's filled to the brim.

Sorrow serotonin,

A dance was never had,

Maudlin melatonin,

I'm happy when I'm sad.

Cheshire knife it slices,

I will, I did, I'll try.

Melatonin rises,

I'm smiling when I cry.

A week of poems #6: Inertia

Resin turns to amber,

Water becomes ice,

Inertia drums like thunder,

lightning never strikes.

The anchor isn’t moving

And bottled spirit’s brewing.

What drags, weighs down,

and tears do ground.

Patience sours to anger,

Silence has its price.

Just help me with this anchor,

And raise sails to sky.

But silence is the sound,

That more than often’s found.

Instead inertia’s brooding,

And we end up déja-viewing.

A week of poems #5: Coffee

With coffee sans sugar,

I hear clearly with vigor.

The melody of bean

Sum foam choir, harmony serene.

Morning coffee wakes a brain,

And ears listen clearly,

Day is here, song is just beginning.

Sound off the drums and rise up the singing.

Dark tones of truth

Smoothed over with creamy smiles.

Grant us morning coffee,

So we may function if for a while.

A week of poems #4: Ring

Infinity dances in the ring.

On it a smile is etched.

Embedded in steel and love,

The ring turns ahead.

Twirl and spin

As it blurs from within.

A step here careens then yonder

As matters at hand one does ponder.

So with love in hand

With a dance and a twirl

I see a world of love

As the ring is awhirl.