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Twofer Tuesday Poetry: The Haunting of Alamo Apartments & Ode to the Grave Digger

The Haunting of Alamo Apartments

One night
As I attempted to
Fall asleep
Swaying in
And out of
Consciousness
It felt like
Someone was hugging me
Laying on my stomach
I felt something on my back
I sat up and
Saw a figure
Standing next to me
I threw my arm out
To push it away
As I gasped
And moved off the bed
I turned on the light
Nothing was there
My mind playing tricks
Then I saw foot prints
In the carpet
Leading back to the closet
They faded
My feet and shoes
Never left foot prints
In the carpet
I apologized
To whomever they were
I only felt love
No malice or negativity
They never came back
But sometimes my towels
Are pushed to one side
On the rack

Ode to the Grave Digger

Grave Digger! Grave Digger!
Helping the departed
Shoveling, shoveling
The earth from the ground

So solemn and somber
The work you do for us
None want to trade with you
None want to hire you

Where then, my Grave Digger
Will my resting place be?
In a cemetery
Or near an ocean breeze?

Once again shoveling
Removing grass and dirt
The pine box is lowered
And covered in darkness

And seen last by the dead
Grave Diggers shoveling
Forever their remains
Entombed to rest in peace

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

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Poetry Monday: Snowflake Requiem

In it’s first instant
The first moment
It’s first thought
The first feelings
Falling – drifting – 
Gracefully dropping
From unknown origins
The air is cold and
Powerful, pulling, dragging
But the snowflakes
Never collide or touch
Graceful chaos – 
This snowflake
And it’s unique pattern
It can’t remember the time before
Maybe the other flakes
Have forgotten too
It floats and falls
Surfing on gusts
Still never touching
The multifarious falling flakes
On a journey down
Down to the endless white
What is the destination – 
After the eternity
The snowflake lands
On the branch of a tree
The other flakes continue down
To the whiteness from which
The tree protrudes
The flake sits alone – 
It wonders again of
The time before the fall
And where it came from
No memories are there
The other flakes sit together
On other branches and the ground
Other flakes have stopped falling
This flake sits at the top of a tree
Overseeing so many
Distant and cut off from so many
It wonders how all the other
Flakes can be together
How were they able to come together – 
Children below play with
Multiple flakes packed together
Snowballs, snowmen, snow angels
The one flake envies the fun
All the flakes participate
Except this one
Who doesn’t know how
To join with another flake
Who sits atop the tree
Afraid to join the crowd – 
The night falls and passes
And the sun creeps
Into existence
The air is still cold
But lifeless – 
The flake watches it’s
Brethren disappear
In large patches
Vanishing, melting
Where have they gone
And did they go together – 
In it’s last instant
The last moment
It’s last thought
The last feelings
Drifting – darkness – 
A lonely sleep

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.