We buried the problem.
this is a comfortable life,
the repeating of words
did you brush your teeth?
please pick up your shoes
the toilet’s still broken
please, pick up your shoes!
tasks and outcomes
faucet still leaking
more piles to pick up
it’s fine, really
we take on titles
our names irrelevant
with each metamorphosis
this is a satisfying life,
the repeating of words
why don’t you buy a wallet?
please fix the gazebo
the wipers are broken
seriously! pick up your shoes
brake-fluid still leaking
more hats to pile on
we take on roles
our names irrelevant
with each version
SmS aka Whatevertheyaint 9-2016
I looked for you in faces and towns
lyrics and dreams,
landlines acquaintances birthdays
Across miles and states
you said you searched
for me, too
issuing missing person reports
to anyone who’d listen:
knee high, brown, baby face
Special. Very special
Inquiries dismissed by busy workers,
messages that never made it
from their lips to my ears
A hastily written number
that failed to reach my hands
Now you say, now you tell me
Fate crazy late, irony right on time
Seeing you is like calendars flipped back,
images still the same
Hearing you as clear as the first hello
You and Me,
in spite of paths chosen
sms aka whatevertheyaint
april 11 2016
anything more is foolish
anything less is a lie
algorithms and odds
all adding up to what is
and so we accept reason,
as opposed to the unknown
always wondering, “What If”
TELL IT TO THE HOURGLASS
Look, your sand is working its way toward the bottom a little too fast.
What happened to the hours in the hour-glass?
There’s a glitch somewhere. I swear it is.
There’s barely time to sleep and wake up again.
Did I even get four hours of shut-eye last night?
Moon said tell it to you; I said alright.
The sand heads to the bottom and I can’t compete.
Before I’ve poured the coffee and scribbled things to complete,
you’ve up and jumped to evening and then midnight arrives,
and I’ve hardly worked my way to number five.
I swear there’s some cheating. Who’s your boss?
I want to discuss this. And mark my to-do list off!
“God” you say?
Oh, well, never mind.
I didn’t know your superior was the Father of Time!
Please forgive me. I was a little brass.
By all means, carry on, Hourglass.
Read Nusquam’s winning entry and other creative works here:
*I think what initially attracted me to Nusquam Esse’s piece is the first line: As children, do we realize what a father does? There are many things we take for granted as children–plus, I wanted to know what it was in particular that this father did to make him story worthy.
Then Esse goes on to talk about a seed. A seed his father has tried desperately to grow in the harshest of conditions. Will he succeed? Is he crazy? Why is this tiny seed so important?
And the ending is both ironic and bittersweet.
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DADDY DO YOU HEAR ME
Where would I be if I didn’t have you?
Lost in a world of confusion
not knowing what to do
I knew you were around,
it was just something I missed…
Silent cries of my envy of
a father’s sweet kiss
That’s why I ask,
“DADDY do you hear me?”
Did you know the many nights I cried,
as I wondered why you were away
Mind riddled with negative thoughts
from negative people from around the way
All my life seemed to be in shambles,
a sort of battle-like tug-of-war
Not knowing you had demons of your own
away from your family, so very far
But I still ask,
“Daddy do you hear me?”
Daddy I would have loved every moment
of every minute of every hour
of the precious moments I had with you
Overjoyed with the thoughts of many questions
that I needed answered,
that only you had the answers to
Man I was lonely…
My loneliness still remains a new-found friend
never knowing where my focus should be,
and what price I would have to pay
to see a future of gain–Are you listening daddy?
I ask again,
DADDY do you hear me?
I have been through so much,
and in life it’s a lesson learned
Pain, anxiety, and such are the evils that
Why did I take myself down that road, daddy
to a place where I knew I could never win
A full day can’t go any farther,
it’s a dead-end
Daddy if only I could rewind
the times I had with you
Daddy, I would tell you that one last time,
how much I love you
I know you’re up there gazing down on me
I want you to know I’m doing good to let God–
trying to be drama free
Yet, I still ask…DADDY do you hear me?
Though my life seems challenging, I wake
full of hopes and dreams
Goals steady coming, a future yet unseen
Daddy, I know you hear me, it seems to be clear
Remembering the times we had together
as I hold them dear
I love you with all my heart…
Your grand-daughters look just like you
I ask, daddy, do you hear me?
And in turn I know you do