Crumbs

I’m good with the crumbs of your life
As you add layer and layer of icing
The base holds a strong foundation

Where once I was offered a huge slice
I'm content to lick my fingers of icing
With joy and jubilation

Yes I would relish a full serving
An hour of talking and listening
Till then, my crumb celebration  

by Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs

Driving home

When you’re foiled at the four way
Running circles in the roundabout
And writing curses of road rage
Pull over and write me a text

Tell me your wildest dreams
Tigers, and bears oh my
Tell me your softest desires
Pillows, flowers and cat fur

Now that you’re refreshed
Grab the wheel and drive
Polite and not in a rush
I love you and want you to...

Survive.

by Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs

The note

The note gave her three choices

Say nothing and confirm his thoughts

Say thanks and confirm his thoughts

Or open up Pandora’s box

Words all have several meanings

She let it sit for a few days

Then gently opened the lid to say

“You are nothing and everything to me,

Please leave me but never go away.”

She stopped right there and hit send.

Now the world lives in text message

We long for the pen and paper

Time and texture versus rapid words

Her words went unread forever

He died thinking his thoughts confirmed.

By Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs