Giselle Marks
Premonition
Wind whips past the limbs of trees,
Air humming alive with resolution,
Leaves quiver whispering in the breeze,
Ominous signs linking the solution.
Three obsidian crows flee in flight
Seagulls wheel into sky dim grey.
Portending darkness looming over light
Or just another rainy miserable day?
The feeling is just the atmospheric force
An over-active imagination pulsing on fire
Rain will follow these signs, of course!
Don’t bother to scry or unravel the wire
This problem is not a Gordian knot
No Shaman or Alexander needed
To interpret a mysterious inky blot
But my mind moves unimpeded
Searching its recesses for reasons
Expecting something strange to occur
More than fluctuation seasons
Ideas flit past like a blur
And don’t become something concrete
Just phantasms of what might be
Yet I hear footsteps in the street
Tempting me with its plea.
To seek with fevered clarity a result
From nebulous events to presage
Try to make sense from the occult
Pray for guidance, look for a message
Though the dilemma is unsolved
Nothing but birds and wind outside
Life continues, the world revolved,
Feeling still lingers as you pray, it lied.
New Members
Dedicated to Leaf and Ayman
Late rising to find some real writers
Wanting to join my little group
I make them jump through my hoop
Checking they’re really in the loop.
Bubbling happily to become part,
Loving as they trickle words
Through their young fingers.
How can you not approve
And welcome them?
Two young people, a girl and a boy
Realising words are such a joy
Wanting to play with their new toy
Different worlds and lives
Bring them to this point.
They are truly blessed to know
So young that they’ve begun
To walk their writing paths.
The site made by my mistake
Usually makes my head ache
Today it’s a delicious cake,
I want to eat and keep
It to look at as well.
I want to see far ahead
To what they become
With pride in their progress.
Ramble.
Surrounded by forgotten memory
Taking a ramble through time
Familiar beloved faces live anew
Flitting through my seeking mind.
With me they speak, they chime
Lovers, friends, places I once knew
A life well lived, but so many merry
Possible endings that did not be.
Sadness at missing out as they moved on
Wondering who they have become
Laughter recalled, but now long gone
Swells within and then leaves me numb.
Close friends I miss because they left
This realm choosing heaven or hell
Leaving me alone, feeling bereft
Too soon I think, but is it up to me to tell?
What should have been and rewrite
Their lives. If I had said one word
Would they have stayed on to fight
Or is that thought just too absurd?
Was their fate written at their birth,
A short stay, to make special impact
To amaze us with their joy and mirth
Were the cards against them stacked?
Should I seek out those who I’ve have lost
Who still live and see what they were dealt
Or let it lie, fearing what it will cost?
Was I easily forgotten, if nothing they felt
Or recall of me. Should I break into their
Happiness with my maudlin thought?
Perhaps my intrusion will leave them bare
Of illusion, or perhaps they have sought
Me, while I have called their names.
Why today have they returned?
To haunt me with their games,
To tease with what if? As I have burned
With longing to see them again.
Should I forget and love them no more?
Repack my past to help keep me sane?
Neatly catalogued, hidden deep in store.
Never to care about those days of yore?
“No” I yell. I will always recall
Those I loved, even those I hate
I promise that I will not fall
Into that slough, or miss to relate
What they used to mean to me
Better by far, to with nostalgia dream
Than to run away, escape and flee
Pretending that things were not as they seem. They are what made me who I am
Without my past I don’t exist
It does not matter one single damn
If they forgot or have not missed
Me, because I still remain here
They are part of the essence of me
So I promise no longer to fear
The past, present or the future, for it will be!
Mistakes
Typing errors, slipping fingers get often comic results,
Mistakes of fact just howl at me, seeking mending.
No one dies if I write the wrong word, we’re all adults.
Some mistakes matter.
The wrong words spoken unthinkingly to a friend,
Cause deep misery, creating rifts so deep
Ties of love lie shattered that you can’t mend.
Some mistakes matter.
Politicians rant falsehoods seeking only easy votes
People suffer from their stupid cupidity
Money talks and walks with their two-faced quotes.
Some mistakes matter.
Bad intelligence, friendly fire, an officer miss speaks,
Collateral damage, soldiers fall to rise no more
Walls have nosy ears but computers have leaks.
Some mistakes matter.
Doctors, nurses double check every word they write
Seeking to do no ill to patients they wish well,
To people who rely on their aid, with life’s fight.
Some mistakes matter.
Responsibility weighs on everyone
Things forgotten, things not done.
It’s human to err, we are not divineSometimes there is such a thin line
Between doing right and wrong.
Forgiveness is needed in the long
Term for us all. We are all fallible
Regrets are often real and tangible.
Because some mistakes matter.