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Dawn finds me, if at all, a mere pawn

Dawn fades in auspiciously
that’s how Universe turns
Doesn’t flow in capriciously
by how emotions churn

How to know this with certitude?
While I can’t know if am I
mere prisoner to attitude
bestowed when, by whom & why?

Surely I can’t be such big of a deal
that the very sunrise knows how I feel?

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The rose was a rose not less so while she froze

A sole overstayed rose
shivered but far from jaded
imagine how she froze
in Winter’s bleakness faded

All comfort she’d spurned
no longer warmed or fed
How for Spring she yearned
though by then she’d be dead

While this story tragic
shows that anticipation
might well offer magic
short of participation

Quite hard to be judicious
about what’s inauspicious

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A tech sage at 23 that’s me

At 23 I’m a sage
have flown convention’s cage
Doing great, thanks, on Life’s stage
have long since turned the page!

So what, my social life is a wreck
why even try to act mature
as wasted when working in high tech
who’d notice, so where’s the allure?

but would you even have a hunch
what size my paycheck & free lunch?

 

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Past, please leave me alone!

At night the Past keeps appearing
would it only just leave me alone
but it keeps up grinning, leering
ensuring I can never atone

Its attacks mortifying
pounding unforgiving, searing
Might they be edifying
were I humble & god-fearing?

But what if merely random images
of my youth’s many hard lost scrimmages?