Sundial

Before time,
as we have come
to know it

a shadow
pinpointed
not only the hour
but the direction
of our destiny.

Write a poem, then wait a while
after it sneaks out to view
did it make folks laugh or smile
when it underwent purview

Imperfect just like the writer
awaiting the pointing of mistakes
the web is the final best arbiter
opinion that both makes and breaks

Go away for just a bit
and fill the mind with mundane things
then get drawn right back to it
ignoring other far flung flings

I vacation once a year
and always do so far from here
in a different state each time
preferably a different clime

It makes my actions hard to trace
by spreading out both time and place
it seems so easy I 'most cry
the idiotic FBI !

I take one week to get my prey
introduce myself on the third day
a pleasant smile upon my face
the epitome of charm and grace

Nobody's Child

doll-baby

tumbling

through hands

of the Master

falling fast

causing

porcelain

fractures

spidery-web

cracks

all through

the plaster

painted smile

on lips alabaster

broken doll-baby

tumbling faster...

una oración

To Ponder a life…

We stand and stare at our unordered dreams,
not recognising what’s been there relayed.
Younger somehow from what is remembered,
in accordance with a time that’s edge is frayed.

Uncertainty runs, it’s a blood streamed rage,
now thinly spilled courage in veins of light.
Carrying forth our palest weakened ideal,
terrified of even the dark white knight.

I pulled off the road today
where I used to watch the pine trees sway
the dozers now have stripped it bare
as if they were never really there

I hunted here in years gone by
beneath every type of sky
while finding hints of people past
their broken dreams that didn't last

The pines were planted years ago
at least thirty years or so
in hopes of growing future gain
sans labor and muscle pain

Twenty eight days to return you
Just because you don’t please me
If you don’t match what I have already
I can send you back.

Perhaps, in the light of my home
Your colour is not quite right.
If you function well
I may just hold onto you,
Working you day and night

Should your light go out
Or you are not cool anymore,
I am guaranteed a replacement
As good as, if not better than the last.

I Said I Would

I said I would come along
Sorry twas a bit late
The snow was the main cause
Was so heavy a snow fall
The paths screwed
I wish I’d shown you the view

But don’t worry,
I’d said I’d come along
Have I kept you waiting for long?

"MY LEG ON HIS THIGH"
Margaret Ann Waddicor 1 am.
10th December 2010.