Last night, I was inspired to write a poem which I scrawled in the margins of the crossword puzzle I was doing.
The Return I thought I caught a glimpse Of you from afar I don’t know how long it’s been Since you graced my presence Hoping for a visit But hopes dashed In a flash I almost forgot your smell And the sound of your voice It may sound strange But I miss how your coldness Caresses my face Did you remember? Do you have a better place to be? I heard you outside Your voice echoing off the trees I would have come out to meet you I had just gone to bed So instead I stood on the balcony Watching your tears paint the ground The thirsty earth taking your essence away As fast as you give It’s not enough I’ve missed you Rain
Can’t forget the Olympics…
In the “That’s just mean” category, I was watching some of the 4X400m relay heats, and I noticed that once the front runners hand of the baton, some just stand on the track, forcing the slower runners to weave around them. C’mon people, really? Get out of the way. (I could have said that with profanity…)
Leon Stevens is a blogger, composer, artist, and an author of three books (so far): Lines by Leon: Poems, Prose, and Pictures, Journeys: Eight Original Pieces for Classical Guitar and The Knot at the End of the Rope and Other Short Stories.