Poetry Challenge, V. 6.0, Days 20, 21, 22

Yikes -

Well, this is what I get for tending to other creative endeavors, rather than remembering to write poetry.  Another three-fer!  Aren't you just the luckiest readers in the world???  Yes.  Yes you are!!  In all seriousness, though, we're three solid weeks in, and still going - into the closing stretch we go!  I'm really quite thankful you've joined me thus far, and I do hope you're enjoying my scribblings.  Now, let's get to some words!

The Pretender

I met a man, a traveler -
who bore no smirk or smile -
but he walked with his head bowed down.

I inquired why he walked thus -
for his stature was quite tall -
and he said, "I'm just walking to the next town."

I walked with him, then -
it was not very far to go -
he talked only a little, but listened as I rambled.

I told him of my life -
he seemed content to hear -
as down along the road we ambled.

At last we arrived -
and the guards at the game smiled -
and he said, "Thank you for sharing."

He put on his crown -
and stood upright, now -
And I saw before me my King.


Scene

I listen as the tap-tap-tap of
spring rain falls joyously
upon the rooftops,
lightening the
mood of all
who live
below.


The Still Small Voice

I sat atop the hill,
the last faint fire-orange rays of a warm summer sun
lighting my face,
counting the steps along the path
I had chosen.
Ever the question loomed,
like the threatening twilight to overtake the sky,
of how my trail was walked and why,
I stoop sharply, and shouted at the sky,
my voice breaking in my enthusiasm,
"Where an I supposed to be?"
And in the moments that followed,
the sun fell from view.
In the silence of the early night,
a whispered word, a sense of knowing,
came a one-word answer:
"Here."


Thanks for reading,
The Fat Kid