Time

I haven’t written poems for quite a while. While shopping, I over heard some ladies talking about how time flies when they are browsing. That inspired me to come up with this. 

Time
Not enough time 
it is soon gone
yet in heartbreak 
it takes too long 

When having fun 
time will fly by 
in misery 
it slows, but why?

If want long lives 
in endless time 
then must endure 
life filled with slime 

Like food eaten 
but not tasted 
joy speeds time up 
like years wasted 

So give to me 
a life that’s fast 
I do not care 
for time to last

Poetry: Piano Practice


Gwen Sketch at Organ-full

Piano Practice

by June Nash

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Mommy, why must I stay?

Must I the piano play?

My friends are all outside

Running, laughing, so gay

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Mommy, was this your dream?

Through me, you live, it would seem

For you I will abide

I work hard to see you beam

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Mommy, why must I stay?

Must sit at keys and play?

My feelings they collide

For it’s such a sunny day

This is my second poem, written for the painting of my granddaughter sitting at a piano.   I haven’t had a chance to get any more work done on the painting last week.  Too busy with what life throws my way. I have it, not quite completed but close, hanging, unframed, on my living room wall.  I enjoy looking at it, it inspires me to make some time to finish it. 

The photo shown is the original photograph that the painting was created from.  It is an organ, not a piano, but I am taking advantage of my poetic license.  

Painting and Poem: Budding Flower

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Budding Flower 

by June Nash

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She sits, quiet, in back of the room.

Wishing, wanting to stand out, flaunt her plume

Like a model walking with confident stride

In dark shadow, instead, she seems to hide

Not know, unsure, of her latent power

With smile, and pride, she’d bloom like a flower

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She sits, quiet, fingers making the noise

Dreaming, waiting, to flaunt her style with poise

A pianist who plays with confident airs

In dark shadow, instead, silently stares

Not known, not shown, incredible power

With smile, and pride, she’d bloom like a flower

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About the painting:

Not quite finished yet.  I like the way it is turning out though.  

I finally got around to writing a poem for it.  

I wrote two poems, but you will have to wait until next week to see the other.

Poem: Wrapped In Worries

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Wrapped In Worries

by June Nash

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Woke up today

wrapped in you

Your problems, hurts

and pains too

I do not mind

truly don’t

But I can’t help

it’s not won’t

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You’re wrapped up in 

others too

Their needs, deeds, and 

want to dos

Time to think now

of yourself

Before you waste 

your good health

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It’s not the time 

that is spent

That makes me feel 

late on rent

It’s the worry 

I embrace

Watching the qualms

that you face

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You worry too

fret and cry

About those who 

never try

Those who let you 

be their crutch

They will leave you 

without much

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So I’ll lend to you

caring ears

Even share in

salty tears

I won’t take your 

worries though

Cannot let you 

steal my glow

Poem: Holey Sock

Holey Sock

by June Nash

I’ve a hole in my sock though no one can see

Let’s keep it a secret between you and me

My foot, it rubs against the side of my shoe

Causing a blister, I don’t know what to do

I have no more money to by a new pair

Nor have I more mended pairs which I can wear

Just leave me alone, let me be by myself

I’ll wait all alone for the good fairy elf

He’ll repair my poor sock, or bring me some new

Until he comes knocking I’ll sit here and stew