POETRY
FOR THE
FAINT OF HEART
Don’t read poetry because it’s
Boring?
Not amusing?
Devoid of Meaning?
Beyond Comprehension?
Then read this – poetry – yes –
But light,
Entertaining,
And so easy to understand.
Published by Patricia Talbot at Smashwords Copyright 2011 Patricia Talbot
October, 2011
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WANING
My eyesight is fading
My hearing is gone
The days are dark
And the nights are long
My bones are crumbling
My knees are weak
Its hard to walk
When your bladder leaks
I can’t smell a damn thing
I can’t taste what I eat
I don’t know the difference
Between fish, fowl or meat
So the question remains
Is there anything left
That can improve life
While waiting for death
WHAT DOES AGE MEAN
Slim, redheaded, vibrant
Exuding life at 71
Believing in an unending future
Surrounded by friends
Dining, wining
Traveling the world
Age was of the mind
Age was not of the body
Until one day she heard
The foreboding words
“You have cancer”
Still slim, redheaded
But no longer vibrant
Thoughts of an unending future
Come to a screeching, ugly halt
“You have cancer”
Now she lives day by day
Believing only in the moment
Looking not to the future
Living only in each exquisite second
Knowing what she was told
“You have cancer”
Not knowing what that means
Or what happened to an unending future
THE DAY THE EARTH BOMBED THE MOON
The Moondelians wafted up from deep within the crater
Their transparent bodies greeting the bronze sun
Mornings were wonderous, bathed in bright light
With no fear of earth which was now out of range
The Moondelians lived much of their life below ground
Soaking up vital nutrients to sustain their vaporous bodies
And sealing those nutrients into action
In the splendiferous glow of the early morning
The Moondelians lived simple, peaceful lives
They had no conflicts, wars, pestilence or famine
Their needs were few, their joy abundant.
Their only concern was the close proximity of earth
Other planets around them contained life
Peaceful life, no threat to the Moondelians
But Earth with its millions of years of violence
Its wars, atrocities and now its attempts
To reach other planets; that was a real threat.
Then one night a communal scream arose
From a million sequestered Moondelians
As a violent jolt shook the moon,
Tossing them against the crater walls
Tearing many bodies into shreds
They realized their greatest fear had occurred
Earth was bombing the moon
With a plan to invade.
What. they asked, would happen
To their gentle, peace loving lives?
TERMINAL
Gentle winds ruffle their yellow beauty
Five thousand miles away the earth shifts
All is changed
A cloud forms bearing a noxious message
Wafting slowly, stealthily across the waves
It is the Grim Reaper borne by the winds
I gaze into the heart of a daffodil
Seeing in place of a golden stamen
Its sere abyss dying a slow death
I AM WAR
I am the blood that seeps into the hot desert sand
The wind that blows that sand across the land
The highway pockmarked with large craters
The buildings abandoned and crumbling
I am the child whose parents were slaughtered
The mother whose children lie dead
The refugee in a land with no work