Karma

I look at you with her
and think how great it is
that I dodged a bullet,
since not too long ago
I wore her shoes.
I look at you with her
and I feel nothing like love,
no remorse,
just pity for another soul
you duped.
I look at you with her
and I wonder what she sees
since now my eyes are open
and I will never be the same.
I look at her with you
and I think,
karma does exist.

© Autumn Siders 2017
Karma

She

“Let it be so,”

her voice boomed
this command.

And with one fell swoop,
she destroyed all the land.

“For too long
they have taken
and not returned
the fruit of the earth
and then leave it burned.

From this point on,
let it be known,
that She is not
something you own.”

The windows shattered
and the ground shook
as the rain pattered
hitting every nook.

The ground split
and the seas rose
and life ceased
as the book closed.

“And it is so,”

a mere whisper in the dark
just waiting,
waiting,
waiting

for a

spark.

© Autumn Siders 2017
She

Signifying Nothing

This brief candle
has been flickering all too long
just holding out,
hoping the Scot was wrong.

The sound and fury
have overstated their stance
by this fool of a woman
who has wasted every chance.

It’s true that this tale
needed desperately to be told,
but if no one will listen
it’s soon tainted with mold.

The hour is up
and the crowd must go home
since there is no significance
to an unread poem.

© Autumn Siders 2017
Signifying Nothing