Pennies

My pennies

Always heads-up

Laid out so neatly

Some shinny and new

Passed thru the hands of few

Some used endless times

Still, no challenge

To their worth

Each a collection

I never planned to keep

But now

We’ve become each other’s history

Just pennies in hand

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This is Where I Leave You

This is where I leave you

Because you won’t go back

And you don’t want to go forward

And I can’t stay here

 

You have always been honest

and I’ve caught you in lies

or exaggerations

or something that was meant to ease me

but tore at my skin from inside

 

And a deep breath

an exhale of relief

This is where I leave you

 

 

A Poem

Shall I write a poem

Something cold and dark as my soul

A metaphor

To my love of the sea and moon

Or just another poem

Of you and your stupid

 

No,  I’ve strayed off topic

 

A poem, to write

Nature,

My sweet, sweet nature

Inspire the gods

Muse for my pen

 

A playful taunt

From a well thought out prompt

It’s all I need

To plant my poetry seed

 

So many directions

So many worlds to explore

 

Just a word, or ten to start along

Anticipation grabs

 

Stop…I remember

 

Now that must all wait

For I’ve finished my lunch break