Waiting

Waiting

By Melody Beerbower 5-8-14

It seems so far,

Still months away. 

When will it come

That joyous day?

Everyone’s excited

Happy, proud

Congratulations

Voiced aloud.

Still it seems so far

I don’t know why.

If it doesn’t come soon,

I will surely die

One moth to go.

Can this be for real?

I’ve never done this before. 

I don’t know how to feel.

Never again 

Will I have to drive home

And leave her behind.

Will the day ever come?

It’s so very close,

Yet seems ages away. 

So much will change

In that one crazy day. 

Only two weeks.

Ten days. Eight.  

One week to go.

I can hardly wait.   

I’m done with decisions.

I’m done making plans.

I don’t care what color

I don’t care what pans

I think that is lovely.

I don’t care what design.

Whatever you think.

That looks just fine.

We should’ve just run

While that getting was good.

It’s not too late yet...

You know, we still could!

I suppose we must stay 

And see this thing through

Though it doesn’t seem fun,

It’s the right thing to do. 

Everyone’s excited

More excited than we. 

I wish that day were past

Not coming in three. 

I’m getting tired of all

The fanfare and fuss.

I don’t want all those people 

Staring at us.

Watching us eat,

And watching us kiss. 

(Though that’s part I know someone

Will want to miss.)

Some people have told us

With a sly little wink,

“It won’t be that bad.”

That’s what you think. 

Time went so slow.

I can hardly believe--

My hands are a bit shaky 

But my smile will not leave

I look in the mirror 

And can’t wait to find

Those special pair of eyes

Looking deep into mine. 

I feel a bit queasy

Nervous and numb 

For the day I’ve been waiting for 

Has finally come. 

Broken Hangers

My sister gave me some three topics to write poems on. Here is what I came up with. 

Broken Hangers

By Melody Beerbower, 3-4-14

Broken hangers on the floor.

They can hold our clothes no more,

For they are bent and snapped in two,

And you can't fix them with Gorilla Glue. 

Some Things Have to Die

By Melody Beerbower, 3-4-14

Your life has been drained from you

Drop by drop.

You're mercilessly worked 

Until you stop.

Then finally at your last second of life

So full of strife,

You're ripped from your home in a flash,

Poor dead battery in the trash. 

Fading Tulips

By Melody Beerbower 3-4-14

There upon the crack pavement 

Surrounded by mud, and gunk, and gum

Lies a faded tulip

Dying in the Sun.

Hurried feet pass it by

Treading close with out a care.
Eyes all absorbed in phones and gadgets,

None see it lying there

It once stood tall in a window box,

Drinking in the sights and sounds.

But someone plucked in from it's roots,

And left it on the ground. 

The streets are growing crowded.

Stomping, crushing, grinding feet

Pass like many mini millstones

Over the tulip in the street.

Will no one ever see it,

And wonder at it's fragile stem?

And are it's pale pink petals

To the dust condemned?

The harsh sun is fading from the sky'

Darkness creeping o're earth's brow.

If the poor tulip wasn't seen before

Who would see it now?

Engagment

It's really rather late to be posting this, but sometimes it still feels this way. 

Something's not Right... 
By Melody Beerbower, Oct. 21, 2013

Why isn't the world rejoicing?
Why isn't the sun wearing it's finest glow?
Why is everyone simply about their business?
Why is it they don't know?
Can't they fell the happiness?
Can't they feel the delight?
Can't they sense the rumbling excitement?
Can't they see the light?

How can the day go on
With it's normal ebb and flow?
Shouldn't there be banners--a band!--
A parade, at least something grand to show
That an exciting thing has happened.
Something that doesn't happen everyday.
I thought all the love in the air
Would surely give it away!

But the day keeps crawling by.
No trumpets.
No fanfare.
No parties staged. 
Nope.
No one's seemed to notice 
That my sister and her sweetheart 
Have finally been engaged.