The days spent alone grows
Trampled red ribbons and bows
But for gathering crows
She was the last to know
Knock knocking filled my ears
Broken boxes smudged tears
Showing she’s welcome here
Not alone with her fears
Once a year we commune
Colorful wrapping strewn
Hovering loose balloons
Showing we’ll see her soon
© 2013 Michael Yost 07/20
Time has wrapped itself around all the clocks
Conflicted sit there and stare pulling at their socks
The hurdy gurdy man gazing with tranquility
He’s the man without credibility
Hoping what you found doesn’t kill or lead to a broil
Your tic toc has been strung out for another spoil
Giving you less time to trim your ships sail
For the storms up a head promises hale
It’s your crew on the main deck that have drowned
Assured once again your going to go down
The green seas are boiling over your deck
Someone left their nails stuck in your sinking wreck
© 2013 Michael Yost 06/02
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2013/06/poetry-pantry-152.html
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