Poetry - Haljon - E Writers Block

Poetry added on 11/15/02

Summer Days

The walk from home to lake
Merely two blocks
Towel draped on shoulders
Black topped street scalding
Soles of tender feet
A mad dash from
Painted reflective yellow stripe
Repeated the entire journey
The last few yards
Stinging sand
Hot from afternoon sun
Then lake cool and refreshing
The reward for enduring
The torturous trip
I can’t wait to be eight
Once again

Autumn’s Splendor

Bless this October morn
whose sun drenched warmth I pilfer.
Whose sweet scented breeze
lifts my spirit and plays music upon the shore
with the waters lapping
white capped mallets.
To thieve away days like these
from Midwestern winters grip
is not merely trickery
just luck.
The old cold man’s hand has been here
and left it’s mark upon the tree limbs.
Where his brittle fingers have stroked away
life’s color is left a crimson mask.
Folks around here look upon days like this
as natures tease.
Spite
for pulling out trunks to air comfy woolen
adornments.
I look upon these
as days of great rejoice.
I find inspiration among the rustling yellow-orange
leaves
and creaking branches.
The knowledge of falls passing into
white blanketed, insufferable winter
encourages me to inhale autumn’s splendor.
Take in the hues of season’s change and cry out in
appreciation.
Bless all of heaven sent beauty
for days of this kind
are numbered.

Happy Birthday

She baked them for me
        Tiny cakes
Golden yellow, red speckled fruit
        You see…Birthdays?
                I detest them

I asked them not to make a fuss
        I asked them not to sing!!!
Those happy little bastards
        All smiles
And candles flickering
        I heard them scheming in the corner
One jumping up on a chair
        Busting into song
Happy birthday to you
        Happy birthday to you
I slam the door behind me
        Put my head down
                Cry

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