Decidedly a blues tune
with it's haunting melody,

paving the way
for shades of grey,
as Autumn undresses every other tree;

and I notice in every other pair
of eyes, I look into...

..a tear, with so much sadness
it reminds my eyes of a time I cried for you.

Then, my chest begins to catch it's breath
and my eyes can't stop the "blur",
and I wanna go back to the way things used to be;

We had her for seventeen years
Now we shed a flood of tears
Her smile her spunk we’ll miss
Remembering her life today

We talk about her qualities
We share her memories
With family, friends and enemies
This cold, winter, rainy, December day

A text went out to a friend
A stop sign went unnoticed
A crash took her life
A phone call around midnight

A church, gymnasiums fill with folks
To honor and lament her death
My daughter, sister, cousin, friend
Her memory we celebrate

Love is just something
That happens
Between any two
Single or married
Men or women
Gals with guys
Gals with gals
Guys and guys too,
Old and young,
Between strangers
It just happens
At the spur of the moment

To carry it further
Depends on circumstances
As well as situations
Of course individual decisions
Keeping the societal norms
Also cultural dispositions,
Between peoples of different nations

Sundial

Before time,
as we have come
to know it

a shadow
pinpointed
not only the hour
but the direction
of our destiny.

I vacation once a year
and always do so far from here
in a different state each time
preferably a different clime

It makes my actions hard to trace
by spreading out both time and place
it seems so easy I 'most cry
the idiotic FBI !

I take one week to get my prey
introduce myself on the third day
a pleasant smile upon my face
the epitome of charm and grace

To Ponder a life…

We stand and stare at our unordered dreams,
not recognising what’s been there relayed.
Younger somehow from what is remembered,
in accordance with a time that’s edge is frayed.

Uncertainty runs, it’s a blood streamed rage,
now thinly spilled courage in veins of light.
Carrying forth our palest weakened ideal,
terrified of even the dark white knight.

I pulled off the road today
where I used to watch the pine trees sway
the dozers now have stripped it bare
as if they were never really there

I hunted here in years gone by
beneath every type of sky
while finding hints of people past
their broken dreams that didn't last

The pines were planted years ago
at least thirty years or so
in hopes of growing future gain
sans labor and muscle pain

Twenty eight days to return you
Just because you don’t please me
If you don’t match what I have already
I can send you back.

Perhaps, in the light of my home
Your colour is not quite right.
If you function well
I may just hold onto you,
Working you day and night

Should your light go out
Or you are not cool anymore,
I am guaranteed a replacement
As good as, if not better than the last.

I Said I Would

I said I would come along
Sorry twas a bit late
The snow was the main cause
Was so heavy a snow fall
The paths screwed
I wish I’d shown you the view

But don’t worry,
I’d said I’d come along
Have I kept you waiting for long?

"MY LEG ON HIS THIGH"
Margaret Ann Waddicor 1 am.
10th December 2010.