Lazy Sunday afternoon
Laying in the sun
Letting myself drift
Leaving the important things
Laying in the sun
Loving the peace and quiet
Laying in the sun on my
Lazy Sunday afternoon
– SR Romney 2020
Author Archive
Lazy Sunday Afternoon (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #26) Leave a comment
Empty (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #25) Leave a comment
Every day I feel a little more tired
My body getting slower and softer
Pacing myself a little more as I go
Trying a little harder each day
Yet I am still feeling the strain
Of running on empty.
– SR Romney 2020
I Write The Words (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #24) Leave a comment
I draw the lines for none to see
I write the words for none to hear
I place my thoughts upon the page
So they won’t rot and disappear
I write so that the present me
Will not be lost to history
I place my thoughts for you to read
So they won’t rot and disappear
– SR Romney 2020
Slothfully (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #23) Leave a comment
Slothfully I lay
The day drifts
And it wastes away
I am left
With not much to say
Much to do
– SR Romney 2020
True Self (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #22) Leave a comment
Often, the people you see everyday
Aren’t really the people you know
Because you only hear the things they say
Only see the things that they choose to showYou see the outfit they wear on parade
The colors and choices they show outside
But what we display in our masquerade
Is just the shield we are using to hideOur true selves are vulnerable to harms
Brought on by others who don’t understand
We wish to be welcomed with open arms
Instead we are slapped by an outstretched handAnd so our true self stays locked in our mind
Well hidden, only for ourselves to find
– SR Romney 2020
Phantom (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #21) Leave a comment
I’m a disembodied voice
Hoping from cell tower to cell tower
A set of fingers
Running across your Ethernet cable
A memory
Pasted across your Facebook wall
A parasocial phantom of the internet
And I like it that way
– SR Romney 2020
Chameleon (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #20) Leave a comment
Effusively I pick the color
I pick the shade you want for me
Brush the hue upon my person
Become the scene you want to seeAnd when you go, I dissipate
Diffusing into the background
And there I wait without a self
Until the next one comes around
– SR Romney 2020
Merchant of Woe (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #19) Leave a comment
I am the merchant of woe
I bring my wares with me wherever I go
My goods are always to blame
Even when bought under a different name
The price is never a lot
At first, but soon it takes everything you’ve got
Pray you don’t see me around
With me, only pain and misery abound
– SR Romney 2020
When You Were Here With Me (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #18) Leave a comment
Wrapped up in dreams of you
Of all the things I couldn’t do
Of all the things I meant to do
When you were here with meI only have the memory
Wishes of how it’s supposed to be
Regrets of who I couldn’t be
When you were here with me
– SR Romney 2020
Glass Casket (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #17) Leave a comment
A prisoner in my own glass casket
Allowed to observe, but not interact
Air inside continues to get thinner
As my thoughts coalesce and fade away
I start to drift throughout beams of sunlight
As the clock chimes and it’s hands start to slow
I breathe in deep; my eyes finally close
And I relax, having now found my peace
– SR Romney
Shame on The Universe 