Sighs
By Leslie Noyes
Whisper on the wind
Exhale an aggravation
The universe hears
Barely audible
A cry of untold anguish
Stifled, but still felt
Her sighs have meaning
As conduits for her pain
He misreads them all
Tag: control
The Rake or the Leaf
I’ve been a rake
Forcing fallen leaves into crisp piles
Mounds of gold and rust
Scooped into brown bags and left beside autumn’s curbs.
No amount of diligence
Insures the capitulation of every frond
Some will take flight
In frantic whorls, escaping thus from gravity’s laws.
As an implement of control
My sense of failure knows no limits
In my future guise
I will cling to the oak tree immune to
season’s demands.
Control
Think
then do.
Be sure to
mind your
p’s and q’s
Discard any
faith
in yourself,
and
Make sure
all your
needs
are properly
shelved.
What is gained
from
this control?
Surely not
peace within
your soul.
Praying for Eyebrowz 