Tag: life

White Sneakers

The box lid opened

I lay there in wonder

What the hell am I doing

I should be six feet under

They didn’t listen

When I said no funeral

They dressed me up

Put me on display

Now here I lay

Looking at my feet

Trying not to see

The people

Peering in at me

Why didn’t they come see me

When I was alive

Even if it was

A very long drive

Nope, I can’t do this

Too many faces

Too many years

Too many tears

Wasted

I will focus on my feet

Who the hell picked my shoes

I would rather see my toes

White sneakers

The worst color

They’ll be dirty way too soon

One good thing that I see

No laces

That suits me

I wonder what will happen

If i just get up and go

How will any of these people

Ever even know

Come on sneakers

It’s time to go

It’s a weird thing

To see yourself

Lying in a coffin

Your loved ones gathered in one place

This doesn’t happen often

A twinge of anger

Or is it regret

As I drift upward

And try to forget

Wait

Upward

That’s good right

Come on sneakers

Let’s go toward the light

The light seems to be fading

We’ve got to run fast

I understand why I’ve got on

White sneakers at last

Run sneakers run

Let nothing get in our way

Hurry up sneakers

We get to see God today

E.A. Fussell

3/16/2019

(Poetry exercise, topic: sneakers)

Crows Feet 2

Crows feet

Prancing

Dancing

On my roof

In the trees

On the street

Smart little birds

Communicating without saying a word

Scavengers

Messengers

What omen to impart

Are you telling me

To open up my heart

Or keep it closed

Locked down tight

As you take your flight

Will you return

Or leave me here to burn

In speculation

What is your destination

What is mine

I’ve lost all sense of time

Yet time marches on

Crows feet

Prancing

Dancing

On a more sensitive surface

The surface of my skin

Smart little birds

Communicating without saying a word

E.A. Fussell

3/16/2019

(2nd 5 minute poem exercise with topic crows feet)

Crows Feet 1

Spring is almost here

Fall reflects itself in my mirror

The crows feet upon my face

Have left their dubious trace

Spring is drawing near

The fever to roam familiar

The crows feet mark a warning

Not many days left will be dawning

Spring, when it comes each year

Brings reminders of youth

And lack of fear

The crows feet get deeper

Reminders that a good life is cheaper

Than one lived on the edge

Always teetering on a ledge

E.A.Fussell

3/16/2019

(1st 5 minute poem exercise with topic crows feet)

Broken Spoke

Quick-Quick

Slow-slow

And away we go

Texas two steppin’

At the Broken Spoke

It’s an old fashioned dance hall

Where manners abound

Old fashioned music

Where they’re serious

About two steppin’

They’re not messin’ around

If you love to dance

And you’re in Austin, Texas

Put on your boots

Put on your Stetson

Head over to the Broken Spoke

You can even take a lesson

Then grab a dance partner

And meet some really nice folks

Don’t worry ladies

There’s plenty of dance partners

In a variety of ages

E.A. Fussell

03-02-2019

Read

Read

The Bible, Poetry, Mark Twain

Read

Aloud, to yourself, on a plane

Read

Classics, Biography, Phyiscs

Read

Daily, for an hour or a few minutes

Read

Expand your mind

Read

Change your life

Read

Learn about where you are

Read

Learn about the universe and stars

Read

Your vision will grow

Read

Doesn’t matter if you’re fast or slow

Read

You’ve got nothing to loose

And you might find

Things begin to change

With the power of your mind

E.A. Fussell

03/02/2019

Same but not the Same

The nature of rain

Does not change

Whether it falls on

Flowers

Weeds

Giant Redwood trees

Or tiny little seeds

The nature of dirt

Does not change

Whether it covers

The roots of

Cactus

Lilies

Briars

Peonies

And yet

What is produced

From the same rain

From the same dirt

Is definitely not the same

Be it beauty or brawn

A lovely garden

Or an unkempt lawn

What’s housed inside

A tiny seed

Determines what

It’s nature will be

And so it is

With human beings

The same dirt

In which we play

The same rain

Upon us falls

Yet

We are not the same

We are different

One and all

Our nature

Hidden deep inside

The tiny seed

From whence we came

Influenced to some degree

By our environment

By our own thoughts

By our choices

But at our core

We are destined to be

Whatever it is

That we truly are

E.A. Fussell

02/25/2019

Save Me A Seat

Save me a seat

I’ll be along in a little while

The miles between us are light years

But I can still see your sweet smile

There’s a big table

Y’all are gathered round

The echoes of laughter

Make such a beautiful sound

I see Grandpa and Granny

Uncles, aunts, and a few cousins too

There’s my best friend Sherry

Who parted way too soon

Gosh I sure do miss you

Age is catching up with me

Makes it easier to believe

In a life that follows after

Yes, I can see

Large tables

Where loved ones gather

Y’all save me a seat

I’ll be along in a little while

E.A. Fussell

2/8/2019