Legacy

"That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die" HP Lovecraft is the quote included in Mindlovemisery's Menagerie's Collage Prompt today.  I am also sharing this with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads' The Tuesday Platform.


As we taste the sins of living
with no thoughts of mortality
we collect
things that live on after us
to tell our tale of waste

Stand not in a jar
to preserve death nor life
live a tale of love
that will sing far longer
far stronger than things we gather

Addiction

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, Collage 12 writing prompt and 

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads Tuesday Platform

i found out
i couldn't juggle
the ups
the downs

someone said
take this you feel good
I flew
into the dark stars

fell flat on my face
thought that
was worth the trip
looked for more

live only for more
don't make no difference
just a high any high
so's i could believe

i was somebody
i could juggle
i was a super hero
high

with ups there's downs
dark stars closed in
dark spaces between
kept the secret

it fried my soul
used up
nothing to trade
i fell into the fire

alone not high
with no real heart
i pick up pieces
to learn to juggle again

The Keeper of History

I thought of Dad today

As I cleaned away

In a shop of memories

Of him and for me

World War II bag and cans

Handleless hammers and axes

Still waiting for him to repair

And parts of his dad were also there

Fishing nets and cotton scales

cans of oil and cow bells

I hang them high for all to see

I am the keeper of history.

While I clean I must not forget

to respect the nature that has claimed this for a nest.

Joining Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Tuesday Platform

Defective Rubber Snake

It did not scare the rooster at all!

This rooster has changed his roosting spot to my front porch.

At least he's fertilizing the flowers.

Ode to Rooster

Oh, Rooster, dear

I see you there

Ruffling your feathers 

Fluffing your tail

Sitting high on my rail

Take my advice

You'd better think twice

So early Do Not Crow

Or by the saints

You'll have to go

Three AM again at four

Wide awake I'm out the door

I insist you stop

Or you'll be crowing

From within my pot

Linking to Tuesday Platform at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads