Tag: poetry

Books

Books

With worlds

Tucked inside your pages

Some fantastic

Some horrible

Some from the future

Some from long ago

Often

New Ideas

Challenge existing knowledge

When I crack one of your spines

And poke around inside

In my life

Love affairs

Have come and gone

You have outlasted them all

Ever tugging at my heart

Engaging my mind

Lifting my Spirit

Wrapped in leather

Paper bound

Digital copy

Or audible sound

Books

You seldom let me down

And when I dive into your depths

On a lazy Sunday afternoon

And you wrap your words around me

And your ending comes too soon

And You leave me longing

For our next adventure

I am reminded why

You are one of the greatest

Love’s of my life

Books

E.A.Fussell

03182018

Loneliness vs Closeness

The day we agreed that we

Are in a “relationship” and

We

Are now

Officially

Us

An internal struggle began

Sometimes

The four hundred mile distance

Between our homes

Creates an intense loneliness

That engulfs me

And the urge

To throw caution to the wind

Overtakes me

Thoughts of packing my truck

And heading north

Have to be resisted

Then

At other times

You feel so close

Like you are right here with me

Beside me

We are so connected

That the miles become irrelevant

And taking-our-time seems bearable

Thankfully

The feelings of closeness

Occur more frequently

Than those of loneliness

Otherwise I would be a complete

And total mess

E.A. Fussell

03032018

No-Go!

A large portion

Of my working life

Has been spent

Waiting

For inspections

Foundation

Slab

Tiebeam

Plumbing

Electric

HVAC

Framing

Insulation

Rough-ins

Finals

Etc

Etc

Etc

It’s past 4:00pm on a Friday

No inspection result posted yet

Where are you mister building inspector?

The concrete is scheduled

For a 7:00am Monday pour

Everyone is waiting

The concrete has to be batched

Much earlier than 7:00am

The pump has to be setup on site

The finishers need to know

Did the inspection pass

Was it a yes or was it a no

Is the pour a go

Dear Mr Inspector

If you don’t arrive pretty soon

It will be up to me to call it

The clock is ticking

Everyone is anxiously waiting

Okay, now it’s too late

We can’t take the risk

I have to assume you got tied up

And are a no-show

Which means

I alert the team

That the pour is a

NO-GO!

E.A. Fussell

03022018

Forge Ahead

Fill your mind and heart with optimism and hope. Push guilt and fear and anxiety to the side.  Forge ahead, move through your day, knowing that your dominant thoughts attract your reality.  Light always overcomes darkness. Vibrate at a higher level today by keeping your thoughts positive. Your vibration impacts the universe, you matter, you are important, you are loved by God, Creator of all.

E.A.Fussell

04232017

Look

Relationship

Why does that word scare me so

Maybe because

I’ve watched so many

Come and go

Family members pass

Friendships fade

Marriages die

Lovers leave

I’ve met someone

Who makes me

Want to be brave again

Believe in

Happily ever after again

My romantic mind

Dares to shout

“I want the fairytale!”

My logical mind whispers

“Fool!”

My heart speaks softly

“Look”

A vision flashes before my eyes

This man takes my hand

And we walk together

Along a mountain path

Into a brilliant sunset

My heart swells with hope

It’s rhythmic pounding

Drowning out

The chatter

Of my mind

E.A. Fussell

02282018

Yet Here I Lay

My heart is strong

It heals quickly

No matter how big the wrong

No matter how deep the cut

My heart continues to beat

Even when it’s pulverized

Like a piece of ground up meat

My mind is weak

It holds on to memories

Of the ones who ripped

My heart to shreds

A thousand thoughts

Assaulting my head

At an age such as mine

One hopes to find

The ability to release

Thoughts that bind

Hurt that blinds

And find some modicum of peace

Yet here lay I

Alone in my bed

With heart wrenching memories

Running rampant through my head

What if I had only, said or done

Something different, in some way

What if…….maybe…….

Yet here I lay

E.A. Fussell

11102017

My Lonliest

Sometimes

I️ forget who I️ am

And someone

Convinces me

I️ can settle down

But the truth is

God created me to roam

And mostly

I️ am satisfied

With a suitcase

Instead of a home

Some think

It makes for me

A lonely life

But the truth is

I️ have often

Felt my loneliest

When I️ had the title

Of wife

E.A. Fussell

11162017