Archive for February 14, 2017

Valentines Day Redux … … …


that time of year once more,

the expectations to do this, buy that,

begin to tickle and murmuringly gnaw.

should there be roses, and if so could they all be red,

or fragrant petals strewn all across the bed,

with some catnip on the side, pretty please and with sugar,
and dollops of whipped cream,

for that,
I do know,

would be my old cat’s Valentines Day dream … … …

( for Scully 1999 – 2016 )

clutching, grasping,

holding onto,

gulping down, hungrily,

each breath, every breath,

fearing the onset of the years,

the splinters of time 



this moment, the very now,

numbed by repetition,

embalmed by trepidation,

of tomorrows yet to dawn,

suspiciously sifting through the strands of greying hair,

seeking clues,

the because to the whys,

the slow mornings,

restless nights,

jabbing reminders,

as years, decades,

scurry, scamper,


feeling it all slipping away,

standing, immobile,

stilled by the implacable sentinels at the doorstep,

these immovable sentries,

concealing the door,

that leads to today

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