People

People

By John R. Greenwood

Many run the ragged edge

Of hate and dread

Sarcastic word

Or vicious thought

Some so sweet

They light the air

With hope unfiltered

Day and night

J.R.G.4.15.2010

A Stranger at the Door

A Stranger at the Door

By John R Greenwood

The days now race so quickly. As a child they would linger on and on. Joy followed every discovery. A new imaginary game of soldier, policeman, or basketball star. Now, as life deepens it can’t be slowed. Ten o’clock at night to four o’clock in the morning is minutes apart. A new day begins with job related stress and have-tos. Goals and dreams meld into a shaky uncertainty- that disappears in the blink of an eye. A vision of something new and exciting is but a fleeting, flickering flash you can not grasp. A feeling of eternal searching envelopes my mind. It is a fuel. It is a curse. It replenishes. It drains. If you could stop and sort it out. Number it. Define it. Put it in focus just long enough to be sure- one hundred percent sure of the direction. But then the journey and the discovery end. For it is this foggy, cluttered road that we call life. Learn to embrace disheveled days and sleep shattered nights. Yearn for rainy days and snowdrift mornings. Open your arms. There is a stranger at the door.

J.R.G.1.29.2010

Sunday

By John R. Greenwood

Sunday feelings

Can’t hang on

Minutes fly by

In rapid fire succession

If only there were

Magic words to

Slow and soften

The minutes quickly passing

Monday’s follow

A nagging reminder

That time waits for no man

Even on Sunday

J.R.G.12.15.2010

The Call

The Call

By John R.Greenwood

Brng…

Brng…

Brng…

Late at night

The silence of black

Broken

The dreaded call

The worst of all

Get here quick-

It’s not good-

Heart pounding

Mind racing

I’ve never thought this far

What if?

She doesn’t make it?

He doesn’t make it?

I never got a chance

to say

Before you leave

This world

I lov

Click.

J.R.G.4.12.2010

Dedicated to one of my drivers who called one night from his route. He’d received a call from a family member telling him to get to the hospital as quickly as possible. I wrote this a short time later in the middle of the night. I have received many of these calls over the years. Each time I do - my heart pauses and readies itself.

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