Stubborn
Love
By C.K.
Armistead
May 2015
And what
am I
That
thou shouldst
Love me?
What
worth hast
Thou
seen
That
none other can?
Why do
you forgive my faults
When I
insist
On
counting them,
Wearing
their number
Like a
badge of
Dishonor
Proving
that I
Am
worthless?
Why dost
thou love?
And with
such persistence!
I know
myself to be
Unworthy.
But oh,
I treasure
That
love of thine.
Hoarding
By C.K. Armistead
May 2015
And so I put
The three small pieces
Of chocolate
Back into the bag.
Extra saved for
Another day.
Instead of a splurge
For today.
I never wanted to become
This careful person,
This hoarder of today’s
Good things
Against tomorrow’s scarcity.
For there’s no guarantee
Of tomorrow.
And when did I become
This way
With my love?
Hoarding the one thing
That grows
If you give it away?
All I have done
Is impoverish my todays.
And my joys,
I try to hoard those
As well.
But joy unshared
Festers in storage
And begins to reek.
My solitary nature
Is averse to all
The good things I seek.
Amber
By C.K. Armistead
May 2015
O frozen blood
Of ancient tree,
Held in the thrall
Of time for me
The fire trapped
In thy soft stone
A future mapped,
Retold by a crone
In thy occluded heart
Memories of the past
Are safely caught
And held fast
O frozen tears
Of Earth's lost art,
Even after thousands of years,
Your beauty warms my heart.
I have felt like I'm just marking time lately. The arrival of finished poems on the page helps. The fact that I have actually accomplished some things I set out to do today helps. It is indeed a good thing that life comes to us one day at a time. I must remember that when I get overwhelmed by what I must do, must deal with.
Thursday Night At The Library is over for another week, and tomorrow's FRIDAY!!!
Life is indeed good.
