How Time Flies

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Haibun, Poetry3 Comments

Hello friends,

Well I have marked an X on the calendar through half the days of April. Why is it I wonder, the older in years I get the faster time seems to fly by. They keep telling me that after retirement I’d have so much time on my hands I’d start to get bored. But I have to say that I can’t even seem to find the minutes I need to get everything done that I want to do.

At any rate, I just wanted to drop a line and update you guys on my April Reset Challenge. I know what you’re thinking, “you mean he still remembers he was doing a challenge?” I do, and I consider that a win for sure.

After 15 days, I have walked 82.61 of the 100 miles I challenged myself for.

I also challenged myself to write 30 poems for April’s National Poetry Month. As of today, I have written 21 new poems and only ¾ of them are about Donald Trump or his puppet master. Which brings me to today’s monoku:

~How Time Flies~

the older we get—the faster time and memories fly away

Morning Walk

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Couplet, Poetry, RhymingLeave a comment

I came upon a peaceful scene,
the beauty of a meadow green.

A tree, a pond, a flowing creek,
wildflowers of spring at their peak.

A soft sun hung in cobalt skies,
my heart smiled, my spirit did rise.

I could do naught but stand and stare,
at what his hands had displayed there.

Such wonder brought tears to my eyes,
soon I began to realize.

A wondrous view of God’s plan,
of His world yet unspoiled by man.

Oppressed

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Free Verse, Poetry1 Comment

What is it I wonder you don’t want us to see
that you don’t want included in the story

Do you think just because
your big smelly marker says
permanent ink that it
can cover up history

Why are you so scared
that someone might care
about the true version
of how the past
should be told or how
the future might unfold

Did you think with a stroke
you can cross out the hopes
of generations
who came and went
or maybe prevent those
who have yet to dream
their dreams

Just because you erase the words
does not mean
we can’t be heard

Because we can scream louder
than you can whine
we’ve done it since
the beginning of time

~She’s Been Here Before~

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Free Verse, Poetry2 Comments

Once green and firm,
she danced,
on the boughs edge.
Whirling and dipping,
through the breezes,
of changing seasons.
She basked,
in hot summer suns.
Rejoicing in the adulation,
heaped upon her,
as she selfishly,
provided shade,
and shelter
to all who sought it.
Asking for nothing,
needing no one.
Autumn days,
stroked her ego,
into maturity.
transforming her,
into the envy of
artists and poets,
sages and prophets,
wise men and clerics.
But the chill of winter’s age,
dried and wrinkled her,
she fell,
dying.
Until all that remains,
of her once majestic existence,
is a final crumbling gasp,
under the heels of,
marching boots.