Future (Day 10)

February 26, 2015February 27, 2015 / asewalson / 2 Comments

I try not to be fearful, about the future of mine. Sometimes I just can't help but to worry. I fear that I am losing out on time, when I seem to rest less than I scurry. Choices that are made seem to steer the course, affecting all those that I hold dear. A lot … Continue reading Future (Day 10)

In My Drawer (Day 8)

February 24, 2015February 24, 2015 / asewalson / 4 Comments

You hold the memories that I want to keep, I trust you to keep them dear. Once in a while, I take a peek, Please show me what you see so clear. My son's season ending football game, Where he made that game ending block. The middle school concert, the kindergarten ballet, The time my daughter learned … Continue reading In My Drawer (Day 8)

Fever (Day 7)

February 23, 2015February 23, 2015 / asewalson / 7 Comments

Praying that soon her fever will break, I lay beside her in worry. I run my fingers through her hair, as she rests gently on my lap. Her hair is soft, but somewhat damp, my heart is racing fast. I feel so helpless, I am her protector, why can't I make this stop? I run my fingers … Continue reading Fever (Day 7)

My Grams – Hero(ine), Ballad, Anaphora/Epistrophe (Day 6)

February 22, 2015February 22, 2015 / asewalson / 9 Comments

She would wake up each morning before the sun, to make breakfast every single day. The house would stay clean, and laundry done, she'd never have it any other way. Her husband had passed back in '78, and she never married again. She remained content alone in her house, and forever faithful to him. Her … Continue reading My Grams – Hero(ine), Ballad, Anaphora/Epistrophe (Day 6)

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

February 21, 2015February 21, 2015 / asewalson / 2 Comments

It may be cliché, but this is one of my favorite poems. I remember studying it in high school, and truly grasping the feelings that Dylan Thomas was expressing. Especially "rage against the dying of the light." Good stuff. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953 Do not go … Continue reading Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Outside Looking In (Day 5) – Fog, Elegy, Metaphor

February 19, 2015February 20, 2015 / asewalson / 17 Comments

The weight of the world falls heavy on you, you keep bending until you break. I watch as they dispense the cure in your hands, and hope this time it will take. Instead this chemical, in all its pure form, crushes your very soul. You become changed, and slightly more deranged, and someone I don't … Continue reading Outside Looking In (Day 5) – Fog, Elegy, Metaphor

(Day 4): This Concrete Chicken

February 19, 2015February 19, 2015 / asewalson / 1 Comment

How boring it must be to be a chicken. Nothing to do all day, but lay eggs, and walk around a small tiny coop. They are so mesmerizing to watch. And fun to chase around the yard.

Trust Acrostic (Day 3)

February 17, 2015February 17, 2015 / asewalson / 2 Comments

Growing up I believed, in trusting everyone I'd meet. Usually that really didn't work out for me. Liars would lie, leave me high and dry, Lost once again, I just cried. I learned not everybody can be trusted. Believing in honest people left me busted. Learning to trust and perceive, learning who to believe, Exactly … Continue reading Trust Acrostic (Day 3)