Scrapbook #6

You were sitting in my father’s place at the kitchen table when I came up behind and snuck my arms around your shoulders. Judging by my mom’s sudden laughter at your shocked face, it must have been the first time you’d ever been held in such a way. And I hold you still.

Wildfire

The wind came through, carrying ash

Much like you, last November

Choking but suddenly gone in a flash,

Leaving me with much to remember

Truth be told, I don’t think of the crash

That detail has settled to ember

So why do I fight and continue to thrash

Is it defiance at the thought of surrender?

Maybe it’s the need to always rehash

Which one of us left the other dismembered

Though we both may have acted in haste, a bit brash

Neither of us deserve to be ruled by ill temper

Regardless, in the end, it was me that did out lash

You may have started the fire, but I’m the one that yelled timber


A spur of the moment collaboration with my dearest blog pal Cameron

1/4th

I want a fit for every facet

Give my heart for you to clasp it

Always locked, forever fastened

But no.

We’re more like a puzzle piece

Different partner for every crease

You fit one but leave behind threes

Alone.

Glow

I can picture you here,

Play out a whole reel in my head

Of how you’d enter the room

And waltz right into my soul.

But none of it is as consuming

As when you finally arrive

And I look at that face

Snatched

A pretty red ribbon,

An ever so luscious ruby red ribbon,

Floated by me

Rather by surprise.

I hastened to catch it

And promptly arranged it

Into a lock of plaited hair.

Then right as it was tucked and proper

A wind stirred up

A wind that tossed my hair all a muck

So that I lost that red ribbon,

That sweet beautiful ruby ribbon.

And never found it again.

Shy little fox

I found you whimpering
In the forest all alone.
Your eyes spoke of suffering
And you cried a lost tone.
But your song was beautiful.

Who left you here?
How could they just walk away?
You’ve been taught to doubt and fear
No one, in the end, will stay.
But I’m not them.

Shy little fox, you deserve far better, see
Than all you’ve been sorely dealt.
Let me show you truest loyalty
Till it is fully known and felt.
Forever.

 

Bother

It’s been almost a year since we last talked.

Not that I’ve been thinking about that fact every day,

Oh God no, ha!

No, I stopped thinking about you ages ago.

I’m only writing this because I thought you might drop me one of those ‘hey it’s been a year and I’ve missed you and hope you’re doing well and maybe you’ll see this and say hi’ kind of messages and I wanted to make sure to tell you…

Don’t