DRY SPELL

possibly a common

metaphor

frequently used

colloquialism

however one

characterizes

it

lately I have

been going through

A DRY SPELL

while writing not

that I have nothing

to say

my fingertips

struggle over

keys

no longer responding

to their caress

my pen has ceased

scrawling

across coffee-stained

pages

waiting to be abused

by droplets of verbiage

held prisoner as

ambivalence

assails

BUT WAIT

do

I feel winds

bringing change?

We’ll see

AMENDMENTS?

Senseless acts of violence
fill our daily news reports
elicit cries of “gun control”
Big O jumps in “gun control”
Madam H shrills “gun control”
liberal left wants “gun control”

I want our Constitution back
it has suffered enough abuse
in the name of “the common good”
every election cycle gets worse
we are promised everything
what we get is less than nothing

Fourth Amendment no longer holds
that “each man’s home is his castle”
our privacy is slipping away
raped by political malfeasance
our rights are turned against us
with each new internet regulation

First Amendment has been bruised
freedom of speech doesn’t exist
beyond what is politically correct
I can’t express my Christian faith
it might offend some one else’s beliefs
That’s Tough! They offend me too!

As time passes each Amendment
will come under attack by the liberal
agenda of political correctness
with each advancing year my cynicism
grows more gray than does my hair
I fear my freedom will finally be gone
on that dreadful day they take my guns

NOTHING

Looking out across withered emptiness
I realize nothing wanders there but a stream
struggling aimlessly between rolling hills
some of which are girdled by twisted trees
poor stream itself looks lost going nowhere

Not even high tufted clouds show a hint rain
as they look down from their wind-blown trek
across a perfect sky looking down with disdain
as midday or midnight all share a sameness
and say nothing matters with nowhere to go

While I am feeling worthless bitter and cold
a desire to belong but no will left to seek
but what would it suffice would seeking
bring anything more nothing is there
going nowhere I see emptiness what is left?

…..Jerry Marks