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Summer by Adel J. Cardor

                                     Oh summer, how I love your warm enclosure  How sad I will be when it is over  Seeing kids playing  Your days are never-ending....  Life without you would be such bore  In a classroom with your feet still, on the floor  I go to bed happy as can be  Another fun day tomorrow is guaranteed   

Hesitation

You bid me to stay I was unsure Then you let my hand fall in sadness if not resignation I wanted to linger A change of mind, if not a change of heart Obligations beckons Your charm enchants Giggles so delightful it brightens the sky Oh my, indecision You ask me what Then I pause in thought I ask you why Now the pause is exchanged You turn to walk, I grab your hand....... Down the pier we trot in unison and tandem Oh what a night

Casualty Count

The dreaded call came On a sunny friday afternoon When nothing could go wrong, it seemed Until the call came of course Rudely breaking up my daydream so sweet You lost the job it said Another couch potato joins the ranks Income loss bound Another casualty of young Covid Statistics I am as I join compatriots from different walks of life Another home hit by this pandemic so young Deaths and debt pile Evictions and foreclosures extend Furloughs are rising  Bankruptcies are stacking No good news in sight How do we go from here? Where are the jobs? Where are the funds This silence is ear-piercing The sky is falling!  The very earth is moving Who will be spared Who is next? Fear and trepidation Uncertainty of future How can he do this, only 19 of age So young is Covid

Night conversations

Roused from my tranquil at night Indeed a witching hour We need to talk she says Where are we heading To dreamland I mumbled, duh! my view How long now? Why the delay? The inescapable, why prolong it? Today or tomorrow, no difference she sees Educate me she entreats Tongue-tied I seem Thoughts swirling Choice of words testing Mum's the word and mute is the order "Omerta" the mandate as sign language bereft  Sleep deprivation in mind, as the short arm, several full circles it executes A night lost as the barrage of questions continue Focus redirected Striving and scrambling for the right note and tone Gingerly walking on eggs Tiptoeing maybe I found them at last In humor of sort A peace brokered at last for now Conflict avoided Unsettling peace pact agreed, alas at the break of dawn Until the next time, when tempers rage for a temporary truce