My memories rushing, out with the tide
Tears welling up, bubbling goodbye
Feeling good and bad times, slipping away
Body’s braking, hair turning gray
The elders have lapsed, and now are devoid
Scattered away with, the other broken toys
More are slipping, with times we enjoyed
The only slap left, is being unemployed
© 2014 Michael Yost 04/13
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Tagged Anxiety, betrayal, Broken Toys, Choices, Consequences, Death, Dementia, Depression, Elders, Expectations, Faith, Fear, God, Health, Lonliness, losing Memories, Melancholy, Mental Health, Michael Yost, Poetry, Tide, Unemployed
Nothing can hold back the tide
Nor lasso the circling moon
Keeping the sun from morning
Or stopping the spring cocoons
I can add to this my soul
Your smile melting my heart
The depth of your sparkling eyes
Opening my sight from the start
All that I have to give you
Is that my fondness is forever
And that you’ll be protected
As my eternal treasure
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/11
In honor of upcoming Valentine’s Day, we thought we’d ask something a bit more, shall we say, sensual of our Trifectans. Your task this week, should you choose to accept it, is to write a love scene in no fewer than 33 and no more than 333 words.
Read more: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/
Set the table for two
Hope for the presents of you
Plate’s color is blue
Set the table for one
Now that the funeral’s done
Company is none
Set the table aside
She no longer abides
Taken with the tide
Table now cast away
Looks like tear drop soup today
At any place cafe
© 2011 Michael Yost
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