Future Reflections

Hot and cold,
feeling old,
awaiting the sunrise
to blind my eye
of visions deepest blue.
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In a clockwise world
my thoughts drawn back,
tension’s wound
soon to crack,
options are but few.
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Up and down
and round and round,
in the din
with none to win,
time dreamt through.
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Words to mind
relief to find,
distraction consumes
on leaf life blooms,
unknown is the hue.
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Buttons pushed
wishing rest,
weight is shared
solace guessed,
trying is the clue.
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A cloud reflects
eyes shut detects
a glint of gold,
change I’m sold,
tomorrow’s now in view.
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Touched a screen
hope was seen,
hearts of friends,
my future mends
with much thanks to you.

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Virtual Mistletoe

It’s time for another Christmas poem,
cos it’s that time of year.
It’s to be filled with good will,
love and holiday cheer.
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I could write about Santa,
with his busy little elves,
maybe an ode to their toys,
now cluttering my shelves.
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I can get sappy for a tree,
our spire of light,
I could rhyme about nothing,
as I do every night.
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My purpose was clear,
at the start of this poem.
Blessings received I was to emote,
but that’d be a tome.
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So now I’ll just end with good will to send.
Happy holidays to all, to all a good friend.
May your new year be one to transcend.
And a kiss to some, but that’ll depend.

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Chasing Spirits

It was up to the attic for decorations to find.
But halfway there it just slipped my mind.
I’ve got cards to send, I made a list.
But it’s too late now, another year missed.
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There are presents to get and beautifully wrap.
But I’ll give cash and save on the scrap.
I’ll need some food, so a trip to the store.
Or we can get pizza delivered to our door.
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I’ll need clean towels for this year’s guest.
Or they can bring some that they like best.
And of course a Christmas tree, how could I forget.
But there’s always more so I won’t fret.
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My house is mess and needs to be swept.
But it got a little late so off to bed I crept.
Now I lay pondering how my time’s gone astray.
I think my Christmas spirit’s gone on holiday.

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Cut

I woke this morning without a thought.
Inspiration and ideas today are naught.
I’m not depressed, just a little blue,
trying not to be stressed but so much to do.
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These past few years filled with good and bad.
Happy at times but I feel more sad.
Love was had and gone, felt again but lost.
Now to love again I fear the cost.
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Heart’s fragile, just a throbbing lump.
Mind’s cluttered like a dump.
My soul burns for a sunny day.
My body aches for a better way.
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Feeling flush or torn to shards,
time it seems, holds all the cards.
What’s the deal, I ask with reservation.
Rise and shine or be dulled with hesitation.

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