Picked up a random poetry book From the crowded shelf. Quick easy hour read: Delight and wonder. Then, Found…
Blocked by Yourself
Blocked by yourself,
Doubts creeping in,
Scratching out your memoir,
While rain pelts against windows,
Waking you up to a new day,
Wet and cool,
Just your style.
Glasses covered in rainbows,
Light glare casting colors everywhere.
Daydreams bring back memories.
Intentions to bake a cake
Easily forgotten by lack of ingredients,
Go to the store?
No, you might have Corona.
idaho’s Phase 4 starts today.
In my world,
Phase 1 still exists and
Everyone is still at risk.
Creamy vanilla coffee becomes cool
As it sits on the table,
Forgotten as a once treasured gift:
Ten-speed bicycle took me all over
The Bench twenty-five years ago,
The wind whipped my long blonde hair
Up and down streets,
13-year-old with the freedom to travel,
and now,
Sits rusting in my father’s metal shed.
The morning continues,
Still blocked by my ramblings,
A schnauzer easily distracted,
Squirrels in the oak tree
And cats on the weathered fence.
Blocked by myself,
Once again an impulsive thief
Searching for shinier time stealers.
Blocked by yourself
You write in your mind,
Wishing someone could extract
The words like Dumbledore’s Pensieve.
Take me back to that girl on the bike,
Long ago moments
To put into words
The brilliance of the day,
Lasting carefree days
Before responsibilities,
Fear took hold.
(*Author’s note: this poem has nothing to do with anything political. This is just a rambling of a restless mind.)