David Jackson
Living Life Again | A Poem by Linda Straub
Yesterday you walked ahead,
While I stayed, left behind
Holding on and letting go,
Caught behind the blurry lines.
Sitting out in the sunshine,
Remembering our former days,
Brilliant life and painful death
Leave me in a foggy haze.
Crying in the thunder,
standing in the rain,
picking up the pieces,
living life again.
Driving on the interstate,
Trying hard to keep the pace,
Far behind but catching up,
Never giving up the race
Now days are a brighter color,
Peace comes without any signs,
Looking ahead, no longer
Caught behind the blurry lines
Crying in the thunder,
standing in the rain,
picking up the pieces,
living life again.
Picking up the pieces,
Living life again.
The Fate of the Bloggers
The bloggers
found out no one was there
so they went to Facebook
to
find out that
no one is there
then they will
write stuff
and hang it in
trees and
wander the streets
stopping people and
trying to tell them
interesting things.
The police will arrest them
and put them in a
special place with
mirrors.
They will not forget
who they are and
will tell amazing stories
to the person
in the mirror
David Michael Jackson
You Can’t Handle the Truth
Aw come on Jack
We know it’s you,
and come on Jackson,
you put that title up there
then you had to explain it
and voila’
you have a poem
Is that it?
Yes
That’s it
except for
the flowers and the rain
and the smell of her hair
and the sound of her voice
and the not so absolute
fact that she’s gone
and that’s the truth
Jack
David Michael Jackson