Winter Swing - ready for the presses

Old Piano

Turning

I want to thank my brother, John, for his editing suggestions. They made my poem...PERFECT!

What to do?


What to do when you hate your job?

The career you chose turns out all wrong,

but a six-figure income pays all your debt.

Woe the fate of frightened rat,

Foot caught tight, a financial trap.

What to do when life’s like that?

What to do when you want to run?

How to change what you’ve become,

seeming to unravel, thoroughly undone?

Know that time waits for no one.

Feeling your soul shrivel, and yet, not die.

What to do when your world makes you cry? 

What to do for some inner peace?

Halt the madness, what do you really seek?

What you want isn’t something you can buy,

money doesn’t make happiness thrive.

Your life is about choices, it’s not set in stone.

What to do is up to you alone.

© Keltic Di 2011

Selfish?

Last night's project

The Toast

Here's to us, my fair Lassies.
Let us raise our fine glasses,
hear the clinks of cut crystal
and once more tip that bottle.
Taste the wine as it passes
o'er tongues that still thirst.
To the floor, I beg, give the toast first,
Be soft, as a down-feathered mattress,
should we all drink too much and fall on our asses.

© Diana ‘11

The Last Frontier

This poem is dedicated to Kitsy Seveland, who if not for her, I'd have missed out on the adventure of a lifetime....in Alaska!