(2015)
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment