Sunday, January 7, 2018

Procrastination. Got Me Nowhere.


We picked a house, no wait

He chose.  I never felt that house

As a home, the energy wasn’t right



If I had known the unhappiness that would

Be raised in that house

I might have spoken up, said no



That house had creaky floors and

Walls that yelled, empty rooms only filled

With furniture after much dissension and demoralizing



Why was my wusband so difficult, disgruntled

Not an easy-going kind of guy, but rough and righteous

All that voice raising, hair raising…  for what



Once I remembered saying, telling him that he only seemed

Happy, after he saw each of us cry

In the same day



Twisted, power, control and then?

Good-bye, but darkness had been painted into the rooms

The unhappiness waxed into the wood floors



No matter how widely I opened

The doors, gloom seemed permanently destined

To live in that house



So, I left.  Stopped procrastinating

No longer held by confining spaces and

A dispirited man



Now, now, now I know that

My serenity is in my hands

In my heart










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