Final Bow

Dry seasoning

No hidden meaning

What started as love

Ends with screaming 

Dry rub

It’s never enough 


I want reassurance 

But that takes insurance

Time and money

Can’t see the trees through the forest 

The bee ate all the honey

It’s no longer funny


But you say there’s hope in the sky

Will it shine like a pretty sunrise up high?

I forget every worry 

It erases every why

The review mirror is no longer blurry

And the traffic isn’t in a hurry


You need the fruits of the Spirit now

Where joy, peace and patience you allow

You shine like stars in the night

Memories that make you go wow 

Stubbornness and pride will take a final bow 

(C) Carly Wiggins May 2022

Dying Beauty

Why do all my words seem empty?

Like stale bread?

Overcooked and needs to be thrown out

I tried reasoning with you

I open my mouth

And move my head

The words are few

There are no guarantees


I love you more than you apparently love me

I feel like a expensive painting in a deserted museum

The painting is peeling and ripping

I miss you as a friend

But did I cause your limping?

The exit is your only freedom

Is this the way it will always end?

I guess dying stars still have beauty


(C) Carly Wiggins 2023

The Mystic

Each day is something new to discover

Like walking a freshly paved road

With flowers on the border

Grateful yesterday for the peace I sowed

I want to reach inside

For some truth

Is life an absolute?

Or my day walking?

Not sure how to feel

I go both and forth

But I keep walking on

Between suspicion and worth

You have two things in hand

A cross and an epitaph

I guess that’s all our path

A life of struggle going up a graph

Please don’t give up on me

Just seeing things as realistic

I haven’t given up on you

In this heart, there’s still a genuine mystic