A week was spent with no heat; my old boiler had had enough. Perhaps it was just a test; to see if we are old house tough. ~ The temperature dropped into the teens, we also had some snow. We huddled in the kitchen; basking in the old stove’s glow. ~ Now the boiler’s been replaced, our cold feet are now a memory. Now which shoe will drop next, we’ll just have to wait and see.
While riding today on my swing, I heard a song and started to sing. It’s an outside song, inside not heard, beetles clicking with a chirping bird. * In the wood wind blows through the trees. Back-up came from the buzzing bees. Keeping the beat atop a log, bass was played by a croaking frog. * My little dog barked but not too loud. My kitty cat danced and meowed. It’s nature’s band and I will sing, soaring high on my backyard swing.
I sang a song never to be heard, told a story that’s truly absurd. Drew a picture no one’s ever seen. Often I think of what could have been. ~ My mind’s made up to not get down. I stand on my head when I frown. I laughed at pain, tears I bled, walked on air that I’ve been fed. ~ Money burns holes in pockets I’ve had. Pant less I now go, never broke or sad. Backwards I walk to not get old. The future’s unknown, the past I’m sold. ~ Someday I’ll die, a party there’ll be. Bring a date and slow dance with me. Mark your calendar, I don’t know when. But normal we all can be, until then.
Should have ended yesterday, do is today. Tomorrow’s yet to come and we have the say. Most tasks can be trivial but they must be done. First things must be first, before we have our fun. ~ Could have’s not a reason, would have is worse. That woulda, coulda, shoulda, the habitual curse. The only thing that matters is who we truly are. Do the things you need to do, surely you’ll go far.
The sun has risen on a beautiful day. Why it will be I cannot say? But I woke at dawn and I feel great. My house is warm and troubles can wait. ~ The coffee is hot and the music’s down low. I won’t ponder how the future might go. For now, all’s good, no problems in sight. This day is bright and I see the light.
The first snow of the year fell while we all slept. We woke to a world of white; all’s eerily wind-swept. ~ The outside’s frigid cold, no need to go out yet. This storm will last all day, there’s plenty of time to fret. ~ The sidewalk must be shoveled and the driveway too. The steps will need some salt to track in on my shoe. ~ My cats will be upset; they’re not going out today. I’ll give them a little catnip; I wish I too could play. ~ But soon this day will end and a fire I’ll then light. I’ll snuggle with my sweetheart, cozy through the night. ~ The first snow’s always fun, a feast for seasoned eyes. But after that we wait for spring and warm, clear blue skies.
If love can be found it too can be lost, though the pain that’s felt is worth the cost. Hearts that have shattered can also mend. The time that it takes will however depend. ~ Some are resilient, some are less so. Some are oblivious, not wanting to know. While moments shared can be extraordinary, days will pass and most will be ordinary. ~ Life it would seem is full of surprises. Hardships do soften when one realizes. For true love once had is to never forget. But love never sought is to always regret.
My poem starts today at its sticky end. It began with a letter that I didn’t send. I penned my emotions, sealed it with a kiss. I hoped when she read it she’d too feel bliss. ~ I couldn’t buy a stamp so I threw it all away. True love would be found, just not today. Many years now past, stamps still make me sad. I was one lick away from never feeling bad. ~ Life teaches lessons, some are hard to learn. So don’t let hesitation steal what you yearn. Take the final step, finish what you’ve started. A tiny bit of glue could fix the broken hearted.
I heard a story when I was away. It happened last year on New Year’s Day. A man and his wife went out for a walk. The beach was deserted, they had a talk. ~ No one knew what the two spoke about. But it didn’t take long for them to shout. The women ran back and checked out in haste. The man was gone, his existence erased. ~ The spa was closed and the police had a look. A comb was found with a watch and a book. The detective knew that everything’s a clue, later that day they found a lone shoe. ~ The sun soon setting, the search had to wait. The police returned the next day before eight. Records were checked and fingerprints taken. Nothing was found but the detective unshaken. ~ Seems the couple paid everything in cash. The deputy examined all of the trash. The book, he exclaimed, the best clue they had. There was also the shoe but that smelled bad. ~ The watch looked expensive but not all that nice. The comb was filthy and covered with lice. The detective re-examined all of the clues. The phone then rang, he hoped for good news. ~ A body washed up on the beach overnight. By the look of his face he lost a good fight. The detective, excited, rushed to his car. He arrived in minutes, it wasn’t that far. ~ Although disappointed when he finally got there. The man had a watch but he had no hair. One thing’s for certain, he was missing a shoe. It was a little too late but now he had two. ~ Now two crimes to solve and surely related, there’d be no rest until the criminal’s located. Days soon passed but nothing new discovered. A report then arrived saying the victim was smothered. ~ The man was attacked but surely not robbed. The deputy was called and confessed while he sobbed. The woman in question was the deputy’s wife. The dead guy, her lover, had come with a knife. ~ The deputy, of course, had worn a disguise. But tans are evident in those warm, sunny skies. His wife’s still missing but his watch returned, it covered the place on his arm not burned. ~ The book and the comb, both common beach finds, returned to the spa and their curious minds. Apparently I read it but the plot was old. The next day I heard a more chilling story told.