I AM A ROCK

LONELY....
LIKE A STONE
THROWN TO
THE GROUND

LEFT ALONE
IN THE MINCED
MEAT OF MY
SORROW....

TRAVELERS...
UNAWARE OF
MY DISTRESS
PASS BY

LAUGHING
AS THEY GO
DEAF TO MY
CRIES...

WAIT....
COME BACK
I WANT TO
TALK...

I WANT TO
LIVE...
TO MOVE
TO BREATHE

I AM A ROCK
A STUPID
ROCK...
NOTHING MORE...

Bobby Jameson Oct 26, 2010

PICKWICK DAY OF EVERGREEN

GREY SKY
MORNING
WASHED
ACROSS THE
PICKWICK DAY
OF EVERGREEN

SHADES OF
MARBLED
MEMORIES
ROLL THROUGH
MY WATERCOLOR
MIND

A LONE
TRAVELER
HUNCHED IN
HIS OWN PARADE
ALONG THE
COBBLESTONE

GREETS ME
WITH A
WARM SMILE
AND TWINKLING
EYES OF BLUE
THEN VANISHES

IT IS CAPTURED
FOREVER
IN THE ARMS
OF MY THOUGHTS
AS I LONG
FOR...

ANOTHER
GREY SKY
MORNING
AND A
PICKWICK DAY
OF EVERGREEN......

Bobby Jameson Oct 24. 2010