Only passing time
Will let
Memories fade
There is no
Active technique
To push it out
To force it
Not to linger
Only time
Ticking by
Fades memories
Under a setting sun
Until the ink stained sheets
Are yellowed
With age
– James Dubeau
Tag: Poetry (Page 13 of 15)
Cold December afternoon
Warmed by a risen sun
Tucked away
Somewhere
Behind growing cloud cover
And falling mist
Still
A few degrees above
Freezing
Moisture collecting
On horizontal surfaces
Each step
Taken with up-most care
Firm footsteps
With purposeful intention
Watching the ground
For icy patches
Treacherous misgivings
If you don’t travel
With precautions
You will
Get hurt
– James Dubeau
Thank you
Friends
For all you do
For me
Someone to talk with
Share ideas
Pains and joys
Someone to pick me up
When feeling down
Just your existence
Knowing you’re there
And that you’d be there
If I needed you
Means so much
To me
– James Dubeau
It was a gloomy day
Bright evening
Anticipated
Beginnings of highlights?
Maybe?
Only time would tell
And time did tell
In that fleeting way
Dripping
Like the light drizzle
Spitting
On my face
Worth it?
Maybe
We’ll see for sure
After a bit more time
To process
The beautifully
Gloomy day
– James Dubeau
During a summer
Full of high hopes
I was wheeled
Into that white room
That terrifying
White room
Full of masked faces
And sharp
Silver implements
There was only my one solace
One thought
One idea
That kept me sane
In that dark moment
Pushing all my mental faculties
Towards engaging
The man
Who was putting me under
Into the world of nothingness
With a delightful conversation
About cheese
– James Dubeau