Poetry – Page 102 – Picking Up Roots

Voices

your voice came strong
down the line
a reminder: 
you weren't gone -
that it was a trick of the mind -
we still have time;

for there are many stories still to tell,
much laughter yet to be shared,
memories created,
life lived;

thank you
for coming to the phone
to remind this child
not to be scared

Marching On

time
it will not stand still,
it will not stop its steady march
forward,
always in motion onward,
rolling over all in its path,
there can be no delay -

we may tire,
we may stop
or be slowed,
we may fall,

time marches on,
so too, must we

Word Types

I'm not worried
about drippy imagery,
lines oozing flowery description;
what matters,
what's important to me
are the words,
that they are real,
that they capture
the gray of existence,
making you pause
to think about what is,
what might have been,
and what could be;
those are the the types of words
that are important to me