Jan Hauck Poems
|9.||Exits And Keys||4/9/2012|
|11.||Lord Of The Flies||4/9/2012|
|14.||Pigs At The Trough||4/9/2012|
|22.||Funeral For A Leg||4/9/2012|
|23.||Sleeping In Time||4/9/2012|
|28.||How Are You?||4/15/2012|
|31.||Undecided - A Villanelle||4/16/2012|
|33.||The Art Of Glorifying A Corpse||6/25/2012|
|36.||This Is My Voice||7/17/2012|
The sun is hiding behind clouds,
I did not invite her.
My night ends, your day starts,
But we are all tired, so tired.
The same sort of tired, birds know it first,
I wish you a good night, I go to sleep,
Locking the sun out,
The blanket is a better friend than busy light,
The birds do not know that.
And then my self goes traveling,
I leave you all to it,
Your toils, lawn mowing and driving,
I do not know what is more real to me or you,
Eight hours here, eight hours there,
But the sun will be gone again when I return
To my morning, the...
There was a time when help and care walked to my left,
With me and talked with me to my mind with a smile,
But every mile or two, I remember, I walked ahead,
And hope was not seen but forgotten, walking behind me,
Not giving up. In a habit of losing hope, I never lost it
Because it did not lose me, kept up with my pace.
Waiting for a time when I needed to turn around,
Exhausted from losing what was not lost.