Wolfville Moments

Moment #1
The siren jars the air with it's weeewoooo weeeewoooo sound
The big red truck goes whizzing by with wheel's whirling round
The children laugh and point and shout at yet another wonder found
While adults share a knowing look and worry for the downed.

Moment #2
The big dog laps the water up then sits and wags his tail
The little dog prances around the other and sniffing does entail
The third, so happy with the water dish - as if she'd found her grail
Shows her complete and utter joy by kissing all the males. 


Moment #3
The cars crawl by at a snail's pace, putt putt putt putt zoom
The traffic has been heavy and slow all day - all speedsters meet their doom
The drivers glance at our big open window into this cozy coffee room
Bumper to bumper slows them further, both cars and drivers fume.

Moment #4
Two ladies try to cross the street during the traffic rush
They are only 10 feet from the crosswalk - they deserve to be mush
That's mean I know and I don't mean it, it's just a personal peeve
So use the friggin crosswalk! Push the button! Please!!

Moment #5
Sitting in the window and sipping at my tea
And taking the time to wave at the sea
Of people who pass both known and new
Thanks for sweetening the moments that I am sharing with you.

- Donna Holmes. May 20, 2012.   
 

My Poem

A lot of words have been occurring to me lately.  Here is yet ANOTHER new entry.  I actually wrote this and put music to it a couple of weeks ago. As noted to friends earlier, sometimes they come out sounding worse than I actually feel.... as long as I just keep writing them down right?  ;O)

MY POEM

The reason I'm here for
Is not very clear nor
Can I see where I'm going to.
The life that I cheered for
Is no longer here for
Me to choose it over you.

The one that I yearn for
Was never at my door
I'm not even sure he exists
But if ever I hear the
Voice that I steer for
My song will have gotten its wish


CHORUS
And then maybe my life will make sense.
And then maybe I'll find my way home.
So that I can give up the pretence
That all is still well, all is still well, all is still well
With my poem.


My story keeps changing.
The facts rearranging
Themselves into some kind of dance.
Each step has been aging
Me less than engagingly.
I feel I've lost any chance

To stop all the raging
The fear and the caging
Of creative ideas that were bold.
I find that I'm gazing
At stars, each amazing.
Yet can't face how my story's told


CHORUS
Cuz I thought that my life would make sense
And I thought that I'd find my way home
That would let me give up the pretence
That all is still well, all is still well, all is still well
With my poem.

- Donna Holmes, April 15, 2012.