Poem: Squirrel

Squirrel

  

Spring about from rock to mound

Grassy knoll upon I bound

Shifting eyes to watch the field

Obstacles might be concealed

Those who’d prey upon this soul

Weigh it down, consume it whole

Nervous in conflicted mind

Much it seems has been assigned

Prancing forth in lasting strain

Overwrought yet can’t explain

Driven by instinctive fear

Lurks amidst is less than clear

Anxiousness an inborn trait

Jittered looks would indicate

Racing thoughts, escapes are planned

New travails are close at hand

Squirrel’s days are filled with worry

Might explain this squirrel’s hurry

 Copyright SGW 2016

Poem: Patterns

Patterns

  

The moss leaves its remnants in the years of neglect

Moments in memories bare the cause and effect

Smiling gives way to new doubting depression

Calm inner peace buried deep in suppression

Patterns repeat by the course long since set

Try to break free from what time won’t forget

Heart knew a year of a blessed endeavor

The soul, eighteen months, far too short whatsoever

Racing one’s psyche assigns loser’s conclusion

Anxiety reigns o’er the mind’s disillusion

Inclined less to falsehood in the storybook finish

As dust starts to settle, find it most diminished

  

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