The Urban Hunter

He stalks the aisles,
samples in hand,
watching the shoppers:
He's the carpet store man!

Waiting for that look,
that word, that smile,
hoping for the perfect sale
all the while!

Then, homeward bound,
he plans and schemes,
measurements exact,
perfect seams!

Colors, styles,
textures, and more,
he knows that everyone
will eventually need a floor!

In his lair,
he displays his own prey,
tacked up to the garage,
cleaned and on display!

He’s a modern hunter,
a throwback to the past,
stalking his prize:
He’s the ultimate enthusiast!

When the sale is finally made
he ends his day,
still dreaming of the one
that got away!

Lora Frikken ~ 4-30-06

Light Melding Into Dark

Somewhere in the shadows,
You stand in judge of me,
Waiting in that secret place
While the light warms only me.

Though time will move the sun,
Or bring the moonlight near,
You never leave the gray of dawn;
You watch in silent fear.

I hear the rising tide;
I feel the change of season;
You beg me to come home to you,
But never give me a reason...

To join you in the darkness,
To leave the sun and light,
To meld into your black heart,
To live in endless night.

Lora Frikken ~ 4-24-06

You Don't Know Me

You don't know me;
You probably don't even care;
You read my words and nod,
or shake your head in despair.

You think that what I write
tells you a lot about me;
You couldn't be more wrong,
for you'll never be able to see

Past your own opinions,
to the end of your upturned nose;
Past your own assumptions,
where each mistaken perception goes.

You tell stories of life and family,
wonderful tales with a clever beat;
Politics, religion, and prejudice
flow like sewage down the street.

A lifetime displayed for the world,
played out with a lesson to learn;
Ablaze for the cause at heart,
as we shout, “Burn, baby, burn!”

In the end it doesn’t matter,
for everything slips away;
And when I am dead and gone
you need not suffer to hear me say:

“You don’t know me;
You never really took the time
to follow the spiraling pathway
leading into my world of rhyme.”

Lora Frikken ~ 4-17-06