Month: March 2021

Stone Bench

Stone Bench 

I sit alone
On a stone bench
Overlooking the city. 

I am alone
The bench is cold
On this fall night
The air nipping
At my ears
Brrr. 

I pull up my hood
With no plans on leaving.
I have nowhere to be
On this fall evening
No one is expecting me
I am alone. 

The trees are dull and dark
Casting shadows down the hill
I wonder how they sound
When the wind blows
Through the hills
Through the branches. 

I decide to get out my phone
And write. About something
Write away my troubles
A poem to quell the soul
In a dull night droll. 

This is not that poem.
I wrote this poem well over
Half a decade later
I have long forgot what
I wrote that evening,
But I remember. 

I was troubled with life
And I was very much alone. 

3/11/221 – Andy McRae

Morphing Words

Morphing Words

Writing is not going as easily,
The ideas are not coming as fast,
The rhythm of my words is broken
Segmented by how I changed
The turn I took in life. 

My words are different
From before. 

After every turn in the road,
My being morphs
And with it my words change. 

I am unsure if I like these changes.
Having just grown accustomed to
My words and how to use them.
Now I have these new ones,
This new dialect
It feels like I don't even know
how to speak my own language any more. 

Where do I go from here
When my language had broken down
And I struggle to write like I used to. 

Is all but surrendered
To my failure to reproduce the past
Has this doomed me to
Utter misery? 

Or is this a pivotal moment in my existence
An in between written words
When nothing makes sense but soon
My words will flow better than they ever once did. 

Maybe.
Or maybe I just haven't written in a while
And was out of practice.

2/23/21 – Andy McRae