10/3 The Only Difference

Can’t you see

tnereffid eb ot tnaw tsuj I

but every time I get near the mark

(ti) ssim tsuj tub esolc os emoc I

nobody knows what (it) is, but a shot in the dark

kool ot esoohc ohw esoht rof dniheb tfel

but are we really seeing clearly when we look in a mirror?

koohs gnieb si tnereffid gnieb ebyam

to the core of who you are and learning to be okay with

fear

ylecreif evol ot elba gnieb snaem ti ebyam ro

Or maybe being different is more complicated than I could ever be

ew woh ni si ecnereffid ylno eht ebyam tub

See

Like a Piece of Childhood

You remind me of my childhood

Like one of my dad’s warm bear hugs

Or of hot chocolate in an Army mug

It could be the idea of coming home

Maybe of sitting around in a group and listening close

I can remember him playing This Little Pig with all our little toes

You were never far off

Always lingering with every moment we spent

You remind me of the times of whispered prayers so fervent

You’re like a piece of my childhood, but also my present

You’re a magnificent portrait of fatherly devotion,

But all you are is my dad’s Lubriderm Lotion.

On My Way to Work One Morning

When the morning rays cut through the overgrowth

I stood,

slowly,

patiently,

quickly,

in the warmth of the fog,

leaves glistened with first-light magic,

drenched in the cool of last-evening dew,

layered thickly, salivating with the golden light,

the world was drawn into a moment of sublime—

I stood,

Wondering

in awe, in that rabbit hole of time—

it didn’t last long,

but for a brief moment I held in my heart

Something of inexplicable beauty.

#4

            

            the day you told me

            it was rainy and dark

            yellow slivers of autumn had fallen

to the moist sidewalk

            and stuck

            it had been a day that stretched

on

            into a night which made my sweat stand still

            on my layered body

            it didn’t help that I

should have known

            it made sense

            logically

            but you were led by your heart

            and, in the process,

            broke mine.

A Short Old English Rhyme

For creative writing we were supposed to write a short little thing in Old English rhyme scheme. Hopefully this was right. I forgot to check my professor's feedback. 

Dancing dragons on the darkened river

Call to kids on the catty-tailed shore

Maids and Mothers and their Misters toil

Not as knowing as they never listen--

Wonder where their heirs have wandered forev’