This Is My World

This is my world

Four in the morning

A cat on my lap

Soaking in every tender stroke

The world rages; wars, floods, famines

I drink my coffee

And wait for my granddaughter to wake

My Facebook page would be dusty if it were real

No one has liked me in a month

I am a nothing to the world

But yesterday a two year old

Sat with me on a swing

The sun warm

A gentle breeze

Rabbits, squirrels and birds

Busy in the yard

This is my world

© Thomas Bergum 2017

   

Pride Comes Before The Fall

I was told by my son

D.C. people

On the street

Are not engaging

Our first visit

My first walk to the Metro

People smiled

Nodded

And greeted me

Yes there were some

Mumbles

Blank stares

And Turned heads

But

People were seeing me

I told myself

I am the exception

My simile is very engaging

Then a woman said to me

Your zipper is down

© Thomas Bergum 2017

If I Were A Brain Surgeon

If I Were A Brain Surgeon

Decisive

My bright blue eyes

Speak of kindness

Competence

Wisdom

I speak

In a soft sure voice

Explaining facts

With compassion

And care

It will be a demanding operation

But I’ve done it before

With great success

Trust these hands

To help your body

Have health again

I have all the makings

To be a great brain surgeon

If only I had the brain for it

© Thomas Bergum 2017

The Walk

The walk

From farm to outside world

Sun warm

Dust rising from my boots

This daily venture

With blue sky

Gentle breeze

Birds busy near the pond

And me

Slowly

Leaving the world of simple labor

To get a greeting

From my city home

I’ve not been back for 40 years

Yet that walk with sight and sound

Lies secure in my heart

Now I leave the city

To walk back

To those sweet

Simple

Days of labor

In the sun

And the faces from the past

All long gone

Greet me

And pour into my heart

The memories full of love

© Thomas Bergum 2017

Dogma

Dogma

Man’s best friend

A comfortable relationship

That is time consuming

Defending

Reworking

Purifying

One’s precious beliefs

Impeccably tailored

Allowing one

To pity those

Shabby souls

Who are lost

© Thomas Bergum 2017

An Unconventional Truth

Have you ever wondered

Been struck by a thought

Something that comes from an unfamiliar place

If it appears to be upside down thinking

Please don’t dismiss it quickly

It could be an unconventional truth

When they come

Allow it time to soak in

Germinate

No rush needed

Be a kid

Play with it

You need not be serious

Allow it to eat

Nap

And be nurtured

It will grow

Mature

If it is worthy

For you to act it out

© Thomas Bergum 2017