Old

Composed 9/11/17
Description: Is this a melodramatic poem about something trivial? Oh, yes it is. But inspiration sneaks up like that. So what’s this really about? I’ll give you a hint: I’ve written about this subject before. But I welcome your own personal impressions/interpretations. 

Should use the old before the new
It was old before you knew
Should have used it when it was new
Cause now the new will get old too
Before it gets to being used
And it’s all because of you

Just Jotting Down Notes

Composed 9/28/13
Description: One that’s been in my possession a few weeks or so, but just polished today.

You don’t notice my gaze
Filling with notes
Hording them like love letters

Deft and swift strokes
On my mind’s notebook
Stuffed into the depths
Never to be found

For my conclusions
So ominous
Rejection so ready on your tongue
The poison to seep into the air of our meetings

My stare wavers
Off to new sights
Though my mind stays steady
Wondering
Curious

Do with it what you wish
It’s just a match
Lying in the road
A potential

Ignore it
Or catch my stare
Look into my eyes
And tell me your heart
And I will tell you mine