I. Adopting and Adapting
I brought the handsome animal home,
sparing him the shelter’s syringe;
watched the old cat acclimate
to a place that wasn’t a cage,
his worry-glossed eyes wide, peeking
meekly from the open carrier,
the massive frame of him trembling,
his nervous nose twitching,
sniffing the well-worn gray carpet
while creeping forward into the light –
curiously, cautiously touring my apartment –
exploring the rooms of new life.
These keys beneath my fingertips
express my soul through Musics’ lips.
Emotion fuels the solemn songs I play.
With mournful chords of black and white
I grieve the loss of love tonight.
My melodies display my disarray.
You loved it when I played ‘our’ song,
you’d sit with me and sing along
and at the end we’d always share a kiss.
But now the voice that filled this den
has lost the fight no one can win
so here I play alone and reminisce.
With every key I say goodbye;
they represent the tears I cried
those months I sat and watched you fade away.
So here upon this bench of mine,
I play ‘our’ song just one last time
then blow a final kiss my babys’ way.
Note: This is a two-part acrostic poem.
Death and destruction descends like a storm –
…creature of legend and mythical form.
Reaping the lives of the women and men –
…flames of the winged one scorching their skin.
Agony, terror and hopelessness reigns –
…children are crying with fear in their veins.
Giant and scaly, with hell colored eyes,
…beast of the ancient rains fire from the skies.
Only the strongest survive the attack –
…dreading the day that the creature comes back.
No man or weapon has challenged the scourge.
…hope that a hero will someday emerge.
Hope brings a hero to vanquish a beast.
Evil had driven its blood thirsty feast.
Ruthless and epic – the battle campaign.
Ode to the hero – the dragon is slain.