Local Wanderer | Short Poem No. 26

The local wanderer.

My body sits at my desk

but my brain. . .nope.

My eyes scan the screen

but my mind won’t cope.

My fingers type away

while my mind packs its bags.

My foot taps the desk

as my mind drags.

local wanderer

I’m the landlocked pirate

who watches the wind blow through the trees;

the marooned sailor who has

never crossed the seas.

I haven’t freed my sails to

fly in the ocean breeze.

I’ve never conquered the world

and lived at ease.

No, I just sit here and tap my pen away,

looking at this stack of papers.

I lean back, stretch,

blink my eyes a few times,

and move on to the next thing.

Photo by Guilherme Stecanella on Unsplash.

If you like this poem, check out “Yesteryear’s Yore” by Ckonfab, as well as my own post “Guys Like Me (Loser Lyrics).”

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Regrets of the Dying | Short Poem No. 25

These are the regrets of the dying

(don’t let it be you):

I’ve got this heart of gold.

I’ve got this heart that’s cold.

And it’s been getting old (numb).

But anyways,

I press on, on,

on and on,

I press on, on

but not getting done.

When will I stop?

It’s cold and numb

but I press on. on,

on and on.

regrets of the dying

And it’s more, more,

but my eyes are sealed,

It’s more, more

(It’s not yet real).

And I’ll break, break

this heart of glass.

And I’ll break, break

this heart of glass.

And I’ll break, break

this heart of glass.

until regrets are the

only things that last.

Photo by Echo Grid on Unsplash.

If you like this post, check out another great post about regret, “Regrets & Remorse” from Words and Music and Stories, as well as my own post “Cirque du Soleil Crystal.”

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How Much Sleep Should I Get? | Short Poem 24

How much sleep should I get?

I’m not sure.

But I’m stuck here

between a minute and eternity,

dancing with the clock,

listening to the tick-tock

tick-tock.

I’m cold

but I’m hot.

Now I hear the sound of

trucks driving by.

I wonder what time they woke up

tonight.

(Why do they think it’s OK to

make so much noise?)

how much sleep should I get

A soft glow fills the room

from my window.

These dark lights are also too bright.

My heart rate is high (and low).

I’m unsure

if time is passing

or if it’s standing still.

The sound of nothing is so loud

and air taps on my window sill

(and circuses fill my head).

My mind does acrobats

and covers the universe

as I wonder. . .

I wonder,

“How much sleep should I get?”

Photo by Cris Saur on Unsplash.

If you like this post, check out “Insomnia” from My Wall, as well as my own post “Daydreaming.”

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