Wrong Way Driver


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Wrong way driver,

Where are you going?

A lot of people ask.

Why are you going that way?

That is not the correct way, do you not know?


Signs, you cannot read?

Or you just don’t care nor even care to heed?

Horns honking lights flashing,

Teeth gritting fingers pointing.

Wrong way driver,

What have you caused?

Havoc and accidents happened,

When that line was crossed!

But that is okay, sometimes.

This is how we learn when, out from that fork in the road, we choose a tyne.

Real life doesn’t come with signs and directions.

Nor with horns blaring and flashing lights

Warning us not to venture there and cross the line.

No left turn.

No right turn.

No u turn.

No raises for concern.

It is a confusion!

Who could you blame?

Life, especially at a junction, has no manuals, no instructions.

Only reasoning and deduction,

Which is why we have dysfunctions and obstructions which lead to discussions,

Constructions can lead to tests.

And lead with the best (if not right) foot forward.

Guesses are a margin of error that we must weather.

So, let us do our best and be thankful we are dressed and blessed!!!

Picture from here.


Pull Of The Moon



’twas nearly a clear, clear sky.

Looking up, wow the moon is shining unusually bright.

Even the wolves would come howling their hearts out,

While seeing this big, big moon in this fifth day of June.

Air was thick with hope lingering.

Sparkling stars and sweet a smelling.

A bit of a breeze there (that’s how I like it)

Getting my hair out of my fave which I think, too, is a saving grace.

I walked to my car the usual way,

For some reason, I found myself next to you, walking my way.

Breathed in this air, suddenly there’s this need, this wanting – to reach out and hold your hand.

I promise you this was unplanned

as my heart’s already in command.

Recalled a song perfect for this moment.

I feel wonderful.

I feel imminently wanting to be kissed.

Could this be what nature has prepared, this what’s called the path of bliss?

Or am I just on a walk to reminisce?

Transported back to when my former bf called me at my house,

Told me to be upstairs and look out the front window and play that song by Alison Krause.

Surprised, there he was, waving at me, standing in the rain, in the middle of the night,

He was too polite (or too scared) to ask to come inside.

While I, just basked in this sight, and thought I’d surely have died inside.

He just finished his shift and wanted to see me before he heads for home.

That’s when he asked on the phone, “Would you like to marry me?”

He asked in his quiet tone.

He didn’t sing, he didn’t have a ring!

But all I could think about is how that was just the sweetest thing.

Then reaching out to touch your hand,

Glanced your way to see if the feeling’s mutual.

You gazed right at me, which was unusual,

I then realized you have not the eyes I long for,

Pushed myself straight away in an instant

Away with the moment

Forever gone.

On this nearly clear, clear sky,

And a love that was momentarily shown,

To a door that was closed once more.

Cold Stares Hot Messes

Every where I look

There you are

In cars, passing in traffic, waiting

In stores, while I’m shopping

You’re always there.

I see you in the pan’s reflection

With those ice cold stares

Meeting my hot messes.

Would it be wrong to say I like you?

To myself I’ll just whisper it

So no one else would hear it.

Don’t want to throw myself at you

Excuse me, this lass has some class!

But just look my way and allow yourself to come into my view.