Please?

I write the words that do not rhyme.
Poetry it's called. It called me.
Do my words scatter in the wind?

The breeze that takes the poems
Blows through Spring, Summer and Fall.
Am I part of a rainbow of particles?

When you read me, the real me, do you
scoff or do you ask for more?
Is it the bare soul that offends?

I travel leagues as a digital dot
On a web of transparent knowledge
Looking to see if I can become a snowflake.

I travel to far away lands, to the seas.
Each stop I leave part of myself
And take part of you away to show.

No, not the lover, but the friends 
That are with me for a breath
Before the wind scatters us again.

I write the words that do not rhyme.
I am a poet, seemingly out of time.
From the safety of my sofa, I watch.

The world frightens me these days.
Words are harsh once again.
Dreams are dismissed as lies.

But I will continue to look for 
Those who hold the end of the rainbow.
Have you seen me passing with the wind?

Catch me and hold me. Hold me close.
Take the hole in my heart and fill it
With a sense of purpose. Please?
Am I alone? Do you see the star I came from?

Christmas Blues

I found out my husband has to work on Christmas Eve again this year, and that makes six nights that he’ll be gone this week. He’s doing his 29th Christmas Eve. So I figured I’d write a blues song for him. It’s pretty silly, but maybe I’ll find a band to play it for him someday. So, here’s the to blues and hoping I won’t lose my husband to packages.

My husband’s a UPS Santa.
Hitched to his brown tractor-trailer all day.
On the twenty-fourth of December
It becomes a brown Holiday sleigh

I’ve got the blues, Christmas blues, darling.
The holidays blues came to stay.
I’ve got starry-eyed blues just hoping
That he’ll make home by Christmas Day.

I really want him to find me,
Bring me hope and good cheer,
It’s the same Christmas longing,
I’ve had year after year after year.

I’ve got the blues, Christmas blues, darling.
The holidays blues came to stay.
I’ve got starry-eyed blues just hoping
That he’ll make home by Christmas Day.

The decorated tree’s in the corner,
With lights, ornaments, and a star,
I’m the only one adoring
All the holiday things laying around.

I’ve got the blues, Christmas blues, darling.
The holidays blues came to stay.
I’ve got starry-eyed blues just hoping
That he’ll make home by Christmas Day.

Christmas is always upsetting,
Just makes me one case of blues away.
When the North Wind goes blowing
And takes my true love away.

I’ve got the blues, Christmas blues, darling.
The holidays blues came to stay.
I’ve got starry-eyed blues just hoping
That he’ll make home by Christmas Day.

What’s that noise on the rooftop?
Is that Santa Claus in time?
No, It’s a brown International with
My darling, my husband up there.

I’ve got the blues, Christmas blues, darling.
The holidays blues came to stay.
I’ve got starry-eyed blues just hoping
That he’ll make home by Christmas Day.

He’s says he’s waving a hand,
At me as he passes this way,
He can’t stay for the dinner
I’ve been slaving for day after day.

I’ve got the blues, Christmas blues, darling.
The holidays blues came to stay.
I’ve got starry-eyed blues just hoping
That he’ll make home by Christmas Day.

Christmas comes once a year,
With it packages, boxes and bags.
It’s much too much for old Santa
So UPS always lends him a hand.

I’ve got the blues, Christmas blues, darling.
The holidays blues came to stay.
I’ve got starry-eyed blues just hoping
That he’ll make home by Christmas Day.

Christmas gives me the blues each year.
It’s not national news, just┬áretire and stay.
If he’s not home for anyway.
It gives me the blues on Christmas Day.