Two poems written on Substack notes

carillon
her voice, to me, is
like a carillon, played
at the right moment
to dazzle my heart
and strengthen my
mind.
I miss our daily conversations,
our intent on
building, bonding, and brewing
through words.
a funk came and
she’s been under it,
in it, for over a month,
and now it feels like she won’t
get through it, and
my heart sobs for
the woman I once knew.
but I know how
important it is to
best our demons,
and there’s no timeline for this.
I’m here whenever,
if ever she
reappears.

hornswoggled without consent
morning comes out of the blue, and I
feel like I’ve been hornswoggled into
daytime without consent.
the birds’ church has been open since
0430, and I have no clue who the
minister is, but I am now holding
them responsible for the ruckus the
choir is making. although in perfect
harmony, as always, I would have loved
fifteen more minutes of deep sleep.
but when nature lives right outside
your window, you’ll either call it peace
or chaos, and currently,
I’m on the fence. so, I’m naming it
peaceful chaos until further notice.
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