Comes a time
To many
Not all
That which
You have always done
Seems all wrong

Bring no joy

Looking inside yourself
Brings pain
A painful recognition
You have not been
True to you
And what is meaningful

We are not the same
All have different likes

But all races, creeds, nationalities
Have one basic need in common
To love and be loved
Finding either lacking
There’s only one answer

© 2017 Robert Mihaly
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Harley took off his reading glasses and glanced out the window at the fall sky. He’d needed a break from his task anyway. Writing an historical novel required a lot of reading obscure bits of history if he was to get the details right, but now he was suffering eye strain. He’d not slept well, waking way before his usual 8am alarm setting. He looked around the room, eyes passing by the shelves, overloaded with his reference, finally coming again to the window. Fall skies are unlike any other, presaging the arrival of Winter. Winter…a season that once delighted him…but that was when he was still a boy.

He thought about the past year, and the fall he’d taken…the fall that laid him up with severe pain for months. Recovery came slowly, but finally was complete. Now, the return of Winter and more ice and snow filled him with a new dread. All he could do was be careful. Until he fell, he’d thought he was careful enough. Nope. The cost was more than the pain of feeling like his leg was being ripped off. Nine months later, he was still unsure whether all the bills would be paid without having to resort to a lawsuit. What a pain that would be. He was as fond of lawyers as he was of dentists.

There’s no rest for the weary. Harley topped off his coffee mug and leaned back in his chair with a book about the reign of Richard Nixon, one of the worst U.S. Presidents, and the only one who had to resign in disgrace. A thought crossed his mind, that brought a smile. If only George W. Bush had been similarly compromised. History is strange enough the first time. Why do so many seem to want to repeat it…or make it worse the second time around?

© 2016 Robert Mihaly
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The prompt…

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Writing Outside the Lines – Prompt 2-5
“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”
– Mary Oliver


She called it love
For awhile I did too…
But love is gentle
And kind, not demanding
And this was none of the kind
I ever would have sought…

For awhile I was so confused
And confusing is what it remained…
Self-serving…always the attitude
Except when blame was served
I didn’t know what it was called…
Now I see its name…projection

I lived with that box of darkness…
It nearly ate my soul…but
I stopped it in its tracks…
A comeback underway
But I’ll always rue the day
I watched her take control…

The box is empty now
Waiting until I return it…
I’ll just leave it the way it is now…
It’s not my way to be so unkind

© 2016 Robert Mihaly
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My baseball dream
Died when I was 12…
Over exuberance
To make the team
Cost me my pitching arm…
Much later, watching
My grandson at the same age
I had high hopes…
But we are not the same
And despite his talent
His interest waned…
He made his choice
But his choice wouldn’t
Have been mine

© 2016 Robert Mihaly

WRITERS WRITE prompt for 9/12/16: TWELVE


She tricked his heart
But never won over his soul
That should have been his first clue
But too kind to judge…even in misery
Till it went on far too long
Her needs met…his dismissed
He finally tired of being dissed
He’s heard God is a woman…
The Devil is one too…but
The Devil doesn’t wear heels


© 2016 Robert Mihaly

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In violation
Of a “cardinal rule”…
Despite a long history
Of trying to change things…
How do you love your life
When all around is crumbling?
Watching the disintegration
Of an entire world…our only one
At the same time my own comes apart
I’m left to document the entropy I see
And try my best to rescue me


© 2016 Robert Mihaly


Something most
Have probably
Never heard of
Was a regular
Topic in my home…
When railroads
Switched from
Steam to diesel
There was deemed
To be an extra man
In the cab…no longer
Was there a physical need
For a fireman…no more
Shoveling coal for steam…
The union called it a
Matter of safety…
Four eyes…not two
The companies fought…
And it appears they won
But think about the
Engineer who ran off
The rails last year…
He missed a signal
Would two more eyes
Have done the same?
We’ll never know…but
What’s done is done
Jobs were lost…but also
How many lives?
The companies called
The move to keep
The fireman in the cab
A term filled with scorn…
Or could it have been
Called common sense?


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Early on he was noticed…
An up and coming artist, they said
What happened wasn’t unusual…
Life just took its toll…
It’s happened far too many times
Patronage in previous centuries
Allowed the creation of
Countless paintings and sculptures
But looking at our priorities now
You see buildings devoid of ornament…
If anyone is waiting, wants the work
Of a creative soul…he asks…
What are you waiting for
As his time grows shorter?
He’d like to meet those
Who admire his work