"Walk Away" - A New Poem

“Walk Away”

The danger zone, it continues to persist,

Where opposites, continue to collide.

Does misfortune hinder my fortune?

Or does my fortune, cause my misfortune.

No, that, that cannot be,

For I have no fortune,

Which might lead to my misfortune.

I could say the same for failure and success

Except like most, especially as a writer

I’ve had to endure failure, before even moderate success.

OCD! No, that’s not for me.

I stuffed it all, into a single seed.

A seed, long ago sowed.

So, tell me why, must I control,

Where, When and Why I Go.

I know the answer,

I can no longer, simply agree,

I want a say, in where I go, what I see.

I’ve heard it said, “curiosity is what killed the cat.”

Not for me, though, efficiency, is what killed this cat,

More than once, too, I hate to say.

For me efficiency doesn’t pay, no matter what they say

So now, when I feel the urge,

To improve on a process, that works perfectly fine.

I purge the idea, from my mind.

Get up, and simply walk away.

©January 10, 2017

Richard Nurse

17-01

True Then - True Today

Taking a step a little farther back in time.

A Burning

There is a burning,

From deep within.

A longing fighting

To surface and win.

The burning, grows hotter,

With each passing day,

The longing, becoming stronger,

With each thought of you

Each day, I have found,

That I spend more time,

Thinking and, dreaming of

The next time I will see you.

©September 28, 1977

Richard Nurse

77-02

Written in the early 80's - Fly Away

The following poem was written in the early 1980's and is part of a collection of verse from that era, that I recently rediscovered.  It definitely meets the criteria for this blog.

Fly Away

Fly away, fly away

Fly away sorrow

Leave me now, so I

May have a bright morrow.

Don’t tease me with the

Light, of a mid-storm calm.

Only to fill it with the wind

That rips the life from a palm.

You’ve watched me rise,

To stand proud and tall.

Only to trip me, so

You could watch the fall.

So fly away, fly away

Leave me NOW. Sorrow.

I don’t have any more

Lives from which to borrow.

Richard Nurse

December 1981