return?

/ skramblingeezer 

‘twas never my intent 
to be gone so long
when will new words 
be added to my song
‘twas years I last walked 
this wanderin’ way
followed faint trails 
‘twere never seen by day

advancin’ years can never 
lessen these my dreams
placed bridges across 
those oft misted streams
o'er which must advance 
towards my return
to that resting place 
for which I ever yearn

obloquy

/ skramblingeezer

    they who give quickly give twice
    that which costs little is less esteemed
    who would not laugh at the raving fits
    of the man almost out of his wits
    over the sudden unexpected breakage
    of his more than precious wine bottle
    “twould be so nice could I see as such
    an equal spillage of his detested blood
    looking so far back is indeed sweet
    forewarning that the price of nostalgia
    can all too often become most bitter

    teeter-totter

    / skramblingeezer 

      as children we called it a teeter-totter moon
sliver of light held there between us and stars
something we could not comprehend in those years
years filled with amazement shrouded with innocence
innocence that slowly faded along with childhood
childhood memories that were pushed away by war
war that took our youth and turned it into horror
horror that still follows into my advancing years
years that move steadily toward their destined end
end as I still recall that teeter-totter moon

      the time has come

      / skramblingeezer / 6 Comments

      I have reached the point
      where I no longer savor
      thoughts of expressing myself
      with this indifferent keyboard
      my words have lost their flavor

      I struggled futilely for months
      upgrade became a catastrophe
      my blog became as my aging body
      nothing works the same as before
      my mountain top approaches

      upon me are three anniversaries
      the suddenness of my stroke
      the passing of my lovely daughter
      the beginning of this my blog
      the end is fast coming into view