time past

Time past

Now that I have stopped writing I can say
I never cared for rhyming poems, that tend to make me irritable.
I have tried to overcome my petulance
by not eating a bottle of aspirin but the furthest I got was haiku
which need not rhyme.

I can´t stop my head from writing sometimes it composes poems
in my sleep which I could have written down, but refrain from
doing since I have stopped my verbal creations.
From my window, I can see the petrol station not a work of art,
but I can see children splashing about in the pool and long for home.

I prefer to see children at a distance, near they make me nervous,
which is wrong I remember my childhood with trepidation
Arguing adults and bombs that fell at night, a flash of light scanning
the sky and the darkness were total. For bathing children, life is better,
but they too fear the adults.