Alone

The broken gravel streets
Are sad and lonely
Friendly footsteps
Are long since gone

No more shuffled leaves,
Crunched footprints
In the snow
have faded

The road is deserted
Only illuminated
By cold glows from
Frosty boxes behind glass.

No one takes the time,
Or appreciates what's here.
Except for the writer
He's alone too.

Jabberwocky

Obviously, I didn't write Jabberwocky, but I thought I'd share one of my favorite poems :)


`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.



"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
  The frumious Bandersnatch!"


He took his vorpal sword in hand:
  Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
  And stood awhile in thought.


And, as in uffish thought he stood,
  The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
  And burbled as it came!


One, two! One, two! And through and through
  The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
  He went galumphing back.


"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
  Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
  He chortled in his joy.


`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.


                       - Lewis Carroll

Goodbye

The trees know,
Their limbs wave in the wind
The grass knows too.
It swirls playfully,
Daring you to stay.

The birds are in on the secret.
They caw and chirp to us,
Sending messages.
Even the baseball fences,
The only ones who stand tall and strong,
Are in the loop.

But we are oblivious.
Joni Mitchell and The Beatles
Had it right.
We don't know what we have 'till
It's gone.
I say hello, but you say
Goodbye.