Poem

Slipping Away: An Ovi Poem

Written for Ovi Poetry Challenge 46
where ā€œhelplessā€ is our inspiration

I am a lot of different things
A new set of violin strings
The blackbird in your tree that sings
Isn’t making music great?

I can make a five course meal
Fish off a boat with rod and reel
Tell that jerk just how I feel
I wear a lot of different hats

Sometimes I walk along the brink
I will never let myself sink
My cheeks are rosy, in the pink
I’m feeling happy today

BUT there are times I feel crummy
With butterflies in my tummy
And my brain is gooey gummy
As they say, it happens

When it rains my joints get sore
And I just want to yell, No More
Leave me alone and slam the door
Those are things that get me down

Some nights I can’t get to sleep
Dark fears into my head will creep
Being pulled down by waters deep
It can be rather frightening

Every day I’m getting older
The weather feels a bit colder
Where’s that woman who was bolder
I feel her slipping away

I have great fears I must confess
I don’t want to be someone’s mess
I never thought I’d be helpless
Please won’t you stay for a while?

NAR©2024

This is ā€œYou’ve Got A Friendā€ by Carole King

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Poem

Isn’t Life Strange: An Ovi Poem

Written for Ovi Poetry Challenge 45: Season is our inspiration

Remembering my childhood toys
Yoyos and skates and other joys
And making signs that read ā€œNo Boysā€
I had so much fun being six

Remembering my teenage games
My jeans always had brand names
How I teased and sprayed my wild mane
Trying to look so very cool

Remembering my salad days
Into your golden eyes I’d gaze
The Beatles were all the craze
But the Stones could really rock

Remember our newborn baby
We’d get some sleep at night maybe
Pregnant again this is crazy
That’s three kids in just three years

Remember our boys starting school
One plus one and the golden rule
Kids on the playground being cruel
A fat lip and a blackened eye

Remember the day our son wed
The champagne went straight to my head
We danced till we fell into bed
That was such a wonderful night

Remembering our grandchildren
I guess we got older but when
You haven’t changed a bit since then
You’ll always be my one true love

Remembering when you left me
You were here then gone suddenly
I keep asking how can this be
You weren’t supposed to die

Remember the springtime of life
The summer I became your wife
The autumns and winters of strife
I’m so damn lonely without you

NAR©2024

This is ā€œIsn’t Life Strangeā€ by the Moody Blues

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Poem

Life Pages ~ A Senryu

Life is strange –

One minute you’re thick as thieves

The next, you’re dismissed

NAR©2024

This is the Moody Blues with ā€œIsn’t Life Strangeā€

All text, graphics and videosĀ are copyrightĀ for The Sicilian Storyteller, The Elephant’s TrunkĀ andĀ The Rhythm Section and is not for use by anyone without permission. NARĀ©2017-present.