Sudden Breeze

Dogs on high fences, cats misplaced by gentle trees,
my knees tremble in this cold, misgiving, sudden breeze.

All that I thought I had left behind, my pills, my papers
and my future heartaches, captured in these twilight years.

Why is it? That this train stops here? and my cardigan’s snagged on rusted frame.
The bluebird sings through muted tears, my frown gets heavy with each fear.

Who said that? What? How? And Why? When all the dolphins at the zoo seem fine.

Will Julie ever get to dine? Or the pine cones on my drive survive?

All that I thought I had left behind, my bike, my mortgage and my past life grievances, hunt the haunted for all and sundry.

The pastor visits but that’s no good.

Will Jesus ever write another book?

I’m at the crossroads broke too fast, elbow twisted, neck not far

Better this way, I’ll get that train all battered and bruised
Just gaze through that window and remember my cue…

Dogs on high fences, cats misplaced by gentle trees,
my knees no longer tremble in that cold, misgiving, sudden breeze.

Reviews

[SleeplessVolcano]

I really like this. Showing progression, from the "trembling" in the first stanza to no trembling in the last also shows how the narrator changed during the experiences in the poem.

Great writing.

[Red Ears]

Very different..Nice

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

I know the cut and copy on reviews is a little overdone by many but this short verse is so wonderful.. very unique

dogs on high fences, cats misplaced by gentle trees,
my knees no longer tremble in that cold, misgiving, sudden breeze.

Many questions asked .. Will Jesus ever write another book?
Will Julie ever get to dine ?

You said you could not write poems .. what a laugh .. this is very good ,,

Chloe
xoxo