rumbling of thunder
lightning strikes
flashing of the sky
somber cloud
oven light flickers
batteries kick in
sufficiency the key
when the air is loud
the power of lightning
turned all into darkness
pouring down finally
the instant relief
cooler breeze
half a town
sits in darkness
again in disbelief
the year comes to a close
few more days of cheer
fill our stockings
red green and gold
color everywhere
display of lights
the hunt for presents
visible at the mall
no price too high
on the holy day
eat drink and chat
little too much
year after year
the same rituals
followed to the letter
anchored in
the collective mind
the illusion of Santa
sleigh reindeers the works
the story that never
gets old
no talk of when
or if ever will
Santa retire
hands on fire
head in the cloud
i have a desire
to say it aloud
to speak out
the truth to share
but then i freak out
and would not dare
words don’t come
my voice is weak
rule of thumb
i hardly speak
what is the matter
why do i choke
internal chatter
cracking a joke
the joke is on me
who cares more
invisible army
raging a war
sweaty palms
to face my fears
deceptive calms
under my tears
gather some strength
take a breath deep
stop writing at length
acting like a sheep …
go get some sleep
talk is cheap
turning fifty
quick it goes
gifts you get
wished to foes
morning blues
late night news
growing out of
fancy shoes
hot flashes
on a winter day
summer heat
you wish away
wearing shorts
now causing issues
flabby cheeks
excess tissues
food you eat
turns into fat
your stomach grows
your mood is flat
anti-wrinkle cream
no longer effective
the human blueprint
proven defective
