It's Still Life

Because life is brief,

I wake early,
and then late to bed.
No real dread or regret
do I give time.

Not like a sunflower’s surrender
or winter’s blackened apples.

Life is luminous, a tide
with a degree of knee-jittering
uncertainty,

and I am always joyous for
brown salty skin of summer

because life is brief.

 
II.
Don’t Be Jealous, But

When I was not more than 24,
I saw Tom Selleck
at Fishermen’s Wharf.

I can die now,
I thought.

But that was many years ago.

 
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic”
by VC Andrews (pg 15-17 iBook version).
 

You know,
rumpled.
Grim.
Like crazy
in my heart.
My eyes
never had room
for wailing inside

and everywhere.

But my heart
was good.

©️ Misky 2019