DOUBLE POST!!! Again.

Hello all-
So as promised, here is something sort of special. These two are fairly simple poems whose inspirations were during fairly mundane tasks: cleaning my room, reaching into my pocket. I figured I write so much about bigger things, it'd be nice to write about something... simpler. Anyways hope you enjoy them! Oh and I'm going to be gone this weekend, so this is kinda my post for Friday... Yeah.

~CD

Scissors

The manicure shears
I’ve been looking for
Have yet to make themselves
Known. On my shelves
I’ve made myself pour
My attention. Hope appears.

The stacks of stacks
In broad harmony
Across my desk
Leaves my room grotesque,
A slow-borne sea
Of too much lax.

By now I perhaps won’t find
Them. Things like to walk away
When their place is not known.
So for now I may be alone,
In the clutter of today,
In the clutter of my mind.


Hole in my pocket

The contents not within my grasp,
My palm empty, dissatisfied,
The realization, a well-worn gasp,
My inner voice, a well-thought chide.
What was there when I left today
Has just so happened to go away.

It does not do to dwell in the trust
Forsaken in that lazy tear.
Eroded fabric, now I must
Patch you up. It's only fair.
As if its purpose were but to mock it,
Much is lost by a hole in a pocket.


Unpublished Material, ©2011 Cali Digre