Far and Few

The sleep did come in bunches, with no time for dreams inside.

I was betting on some hunches, on a tip from friends who hide.

They are lurking in the shadows, but I always take their call.

They caution when they’re nervous, they prepare for when they fall.

I’ve been working at the ready, banking what I can.

But the monkey on my back is harsh and not part of any plan.

But at last I feel well rested, I’m not planning something new.

I’ll keep the faith and plan each step and trust in far and few.

Dennis Mantin

The Birthday

My sister has a birthday.

She don’t celebrate no more.

Something bout the old and grey.

Has silenced her Birthday roar.

I would wish her Happy Birthday.

But she won’t talk to me.

And I don’t take it personal.

I just let her be.

Dennis Mantin

Something

There is something in the distance.

I can’t see but I can hear.

A murmur or a whimper.

Words are faint, they call me ‘Dear.’

More a feeling than pure certainty.

It might be in my mind.

Or maybe its a cry for help.

From the valley of the blind.

I guess I’ll just keep looking…

Keep my ears pinned to the ground.

There is something There I’m certain.

That still asks for me around.

Dennis Mantin

The Damaged Few

Its been awhile, I miss you lots. Lots of things to tell.

A painful truth about your girl, she’s not doing well.

I really tried to ease her pain but I think she likes the way.

I’ve heard it all, can’t take the call. There’s nothing left to say.

It’s just a test, not all is blessed, but that’s not hard to tell.

I now know what you knew then and the sad like rain it fell.

My girl she is the world to me, I tell her what I knew.

No more secrets hide away except the damaged few.

Just a note, I love you Mom, I know you couldn’t stay.

I understand not all is planned… It just feels that way.

Dennis Mantin

The Missing Pieces

I write a novel but I don’t try to publish it…

I paint enough painting for a show, but don’t contact the gallery!

I talk to the woman I’m attracted to but don’t ask her out.

It’s just the way I am.

I don’t know why.

It’s not a complaint, just a self observation.

I don’t think it is really about success or failure, however at some level its about not making myself vulnerable to criticism.

This blog must be safe for me at some level?

Dennis Mantin