Occasionally, I write poems to reflect what I am thinking about. Below are a few poems I have written. I hope to write more.
A Barmaid's Rag glides across the countertop,
Sweeping up sorrowful spirits.
In the distance, a tune plays:
Ragtime.
The Patrons hobble to the dance floor,
Overflowing with tonic spunk.
A shimmy offbeat; right feet then left feet:
Free time.
"If only I could drink and dance through the day,
But nay! My duty binds me to this counter.
Up and down I roll this boulder burden.
Eternal time!"
But the Barmaid joins the crowd,
Leaving the soggy Rag on the counter
Upon which it was thrown.
Does it leak the very same booze that it swept,
Or does it weep from being alone?
The orange-smiling Autumn sky
And that orange voice in her song:
The final moments of our happiness
Before grey-hearted Winter
Brings forth love's sorrow.