I Can’t Say Bye Yet

What can I say knowing tonight is your last night unless a miracle appears The doctors unplugged life support You are talking holding my hand giving me hugs What is on your mind no, no I should not ask You are fighting your war the cancer attempted to take over & tonight the experts say

I will remember our long deep kisses

She tells me “I know your age but for me your age is only a number” This happens occasionally I am gracious and thank them for their sincere compliments I can’t really say this to them, but you are in your 20s and you will change your mind I may be able to keep up

Buses don’t stop here anymore

I depended on & knew the times buses would pass by buses going to all kinds of places to work to gatherings to visit lonely people to friends’ homes places to eat I bought a car never needed a bus again until I became disabled no longer able to drive Now buses don’t come by

Do it another day

It seems each day I will do it . . . you know, I mean those items on a list those things that need to be done but you just don’t have to do the tasks yet so days go by weeks go by I’ll tell you these things are not fun to do or

A Freezing January Nite

I wonder on zero degree nights like tonight why I gave up my jobs to live from my writing This year has been the worse Editors want submissions sent by PDF files and I’m stuck in the days where I mail typed manuscripts with a return stamped envelopes in case of it being rejected I’m

Snow & Ice in Janauary

Having lost my home and belongings betting in the stock market Each day & night I look for a warm place During the days there are stores to shop in sometimes getting a candy bar and drink During nights I go to an old falling down house– no one has lived in for years I

why i write bad poetry

I got this letter today okay, I’ll level with you I’ve received many letters over the years more than 27 English professors saying my poetry is just plain bad cause I don’t rhyme and don’t know how a poem is constructed I write back and say I don’t like my poetry either I tell them

It did not last long

at the beach kisses lingered for days did you think like I did you were my soul mate one day months later you disappeared all this time i thought we had forever love (December 28, 2021)

You are my lighthouse

How do you know when I’m falling You hand reaches out to me & I am always saved

Discontinued cell & texts

We had times that we wanted to last forever Without warning you changed your cell number I can’t hear your voice or read your texts You wanted more than I could give & left without a word –Jim Wortham– December 8, 2021