Total trust implies one must
remove all doubt that remains about
untold plans or secret spans
some past betrayals can last
that give cause for us to pause

Commuter trains go clickety clack
up and down the trickety track
except when it snows
or leaves the wind blows
then you can’t get there or back

Today is not my day
today is a day for lovers
whose love is reciprocated
who are loved in their turn
by the object of their desire
those who have and hold
sometimes quarrel and scold
yet are able to be bold
who have someone to cuddle
they who get to snuggle
those who share dinner
and wine and roses
to enhance the romancing
and so on to bed
today was not my day

Cynthia Pauline Jones 14th February 2015

Take this crumpled heart
It only beats in your hands
Hold it, forever

At night

The slam of a dorm door
are those of an angry brother
throwing something at the wall
or slamming the door.

The fast patter of feet
in the hallway
are those of mine
running up the stairs
to hide.

The muttered rambling voices
from outside
are those of parents arguing
until the wee hours of the night
thinking you're asleep.

Under those far-reached specks
Of joyful glittering stars
Steps a thoughtful wanderer
Like a philosopher in a hazy road of night.

In his wrinkled long lived hands
He holds the book of his soul
Where every word is written
With precision, passion and vision.

The worn-out crinkly papers
Store the wise thoughts and feelings
Which get a complement fillings.
In an every new place of wonder.

For him the adventure and life
Is the most captivating matter
To discover the goodness of people
And write the wise words of jewel.