POEM:MISTY

Seattle, Washington Photo by Mini Troubadoura

Nights like these

When I still wore plats

I would have taken to the streets

Not for some illicit scavenger hunt

Not for the sake, of stirring the pot     

No, just to feel this mist upon my skin, 

and this wind whisper in my ear                                            

As it is, I find reasons to go outside

The trash must go out

I must purchase candles and condensed soup

My, these doormats need a sweeping

Such matronly neglect shall not go unnoticed

I must stay out a little longer......

And gulp the air as if I am suffocating

For I am suffocating, at times

On nights like these

When my soul swells as if to burst

From the beauty of it all

From the sheer ugliness of it all

Oh, life is hard when hearts are soft

Steals the very breathe from us

Reason brings callouses

To the budding of dreams

And rain weakens roots

So, I must tend to these weeds

As if it is sane to garden

At 1 am in the rain

Minitroubadoura 2018