Overheard in Cyberspace

2019-05-01

Waiting Patiently

"Are we there yet?" comes the plaint
from the kids in their back seat.
"This is boring," they proclaim.
"Just be patient," we entreat.

But are we not just like them,
ever wanting time jam-packed?
Do our waiting hours condemn
us to feeling out of whack?

I've a thought or two on how
we can overcome this plight.
Wipe the furrows from your brow
and I'll tell you what I might.

But not now.
You'll have to wait for it.

This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.

2019-04-18

Game of Throngs

A Middle Ages fantasy,
with dragons, kings and queens,
with magic and with alchemy,
and death in every scene,
has just begun its season eight,
the final one, they say.
The breathless viewers just can't wait
to see who dies today.

And yet I wonder who they be
who watch with rapt delight,
for just as far as eye can see,
a billion soldiers fight.
Who, then, is left to watch the show?
Can someone clarify?
But one thing true I surely know:
It usually won't be I.

This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.

2019-04-12

House Shoes

I don't like slippers, round this house.
"They don't feel good," I always grouse.
"Those slippers make my feet contort.
I want footwear with arch support."

So, when I bought new outdoor shoes,
in colors black and brown and blue,
I dedicated shoes of grey
to keep our floors more clean all day.

"I won't be wearing these outside.
This awkward color would collide
with everything I like to wear."
But now, I pull out all my hair,

because I oft forget to change,
but feel myself exceeding strange,
with indoor shoes when off I go
to work or church or Home Depot.

So, now, I guess I must obtain
a dedicated outdoor brain.
But then I'd still be in a bind,
when I forget to change my mind.