Re: MusicMan's Daily Poetry Practice

#43
Past Yards
The last leaf of autumn has been swept off your yard,
And you go inside, sweaty but ready to grab some lemonade.
You bow, after the final encore on closing night
And bask in the flowers thrown your way.
You look at a clock,
And find yourself pleasantly surprised at how early you've gone to bed.
The hard yards are done,
For now at least.
It's time to rest.

Re: MusicMan's Daily Poetry Practice

#44
Razor Edge
I do not rest easy.
I tense up at massages
And bedrest makes me want to tear out my hair.
My default state is ennui,
And as much as I try to appreciate a still world
It is frozen and fragile
And my heartbeat does not belong.

I am only alive on the precipice of disaster,
Balanced on a rope tied between chaos and success,
A gambler even when there's nothing to gain and everything to lose.

One day, I may learn to slow down.
One day, I will meditate and take in the present moment
Anywhere I go.
I can only hope that learning that lesson will be kind.