Day 330 - The View From the Other Side

Sitting here I wonder what it must be

To sit on the other side and see

Those such as myself quaking in fear

Trying to discern why they brought us here

What was is that we did wrong?

Today honestly I was just going along

I thought nothing of the shirt that I wore

Or the less than great physics exam score

So I ask the chair while the principal is away

What is it that was topsy turvy today?

The chair only stares blankly back at me

It sits on the other side and I wait to see

Day 228 - Spotlight

Turn it any way that you must

And you can admit that you missed the rust

But little else can be said of these

They were not even formed into keys

But if you were there to remember

They might have easily welcomed September

Summer moments need to wind down somehow

Bottom, to top and then down again are these now

Day 219 - Hopes to Fly, Fall

So many attempts to fly

Wings cast aside time and again

White and waiting hopefully

Like the simple words of the wren

Some attempts sopped up tears

In feathery branching out of wings

Crushed by the blackest boulders

Still even the crow sometimes sings

Standing up curved to the sky (or ceiling)

Ready to start the failure to fall

Success is how the end should be feeling

Embracing what remains of it all