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

Black eyes

When you come to me with those black eyes

You hide the meaning with your sweet smile.

You talk of the future with the green fields

But I sit pummeled by the power that you yield.

Twisted branches trees entwined

Never meant to be side by side

Sprouts of life choked with a vine

Awaits the gardener to divide.

Words are math to the market fool

You slip and slide between obscure and real

Then a reset for a calculated change

So I step into a world pre-arranged.

Twisted branches trees entwined

Never meant to be side by side

Sprouts injected with seeds of life

Awaits the gardener to make thrive.

The blackest of night falls on this eve

The smile is hidden from all to see

No talk of the future or green fields to be

Yes, the north wind chills the leaves of green.

Twisted branches trees entwined

Never meant to be side by side

Sprouts of life choked with a vine

Awaits the gardener to divide.

©  2014 Rose Riversongs  by Dave Schipper