Frustration

A poem started in my head
As I drove home; but what it said
I can't remember. I daresay
That months from now, in mid-workday,
The words will once again buzz through
And vanish quickly, as if cued,
The moment I touch pad and pen.
It's like a tune, come round again,
Insisting on just taunting me...
Yes, thank you, Poe, I'll have some tea.
-K Royka, 5/20/2025

No poem today
Unless migraine away
-K Royka, 5/18/2025

Time

One more week of school
And then the twins are free
A world of plans this summer
Footloose and fancy free
The books they'll read, the games they'll play
The picnics in the park
The peering through mom's telescope
On evenings after dark!
The foods they want to learn to cook,
The instruments they'll play
(If they put down their game remotes
For even one short day).
-K Royka, 5/16/2025

Written

I am no author of a mighty saga;
I tell no tale of vanquishment and war.
If battles long and bloody make you gaga
I recommend you try to find the door.
-K Royka, 5/14/2025

What
Tired of headaches
Feeling queasy
Always tired and
Focus shot
People say to
Test for chronic
Illnesses but
Test for what?
-K Royka, 5/12/2025

Music

The guitar sits there silently
Dust clings to it now
I'd pick it up and strum it
But I just don't know how
My violin is in its case
Not touched for many years
I never learned to tune it, so
I've left it to my fears
My harp is in the closet
So the kids won't harm its strings
I keep forgetting that it's there
The silence nearly rings
The new piano lid is closed
To keep it safe from spills
Tomorrow, will I open it?
I think it's time I will.
-K Royka, 5/10/2025

Grind

One more day until
We can reach the weekend rest
Which is busy too.
-K Royka, 5/8/2025