Tag Archives: Future
Exchange
We each do need to save ourselves
To move through
To move on, if we’re lucky
This picture
This paint, these colors, peeling
Won’t always be adhered to this wall
This wall won’t always be
Talk to me and I’ll talk to you
Scream if you need to
I sometimes do
Alone, on our own, for now
But someday we’ll talk with eachother
It’s what the sage says
Memoir: A Haiku
My background’s back there.
And, to my future, hear this:
The present’s what’s mine!
Reveal
My mild eyes belie my heart
My tempest touch its tell
Make no mistake I am uncaged
My past meekness is felled
Should you succeed to know my mind
Prepare to meet your match
Taste wild you cannot control
Breathe air you cannot catch
Back To The Future: A Poem
Born of a curveball and dazzling smile
Perfecting Them everyday since
There was no way of knowing you hoped to be captured
And held and then softly convinced
But I did the dance you demanded of her
And I own the field quite fine, thanks
This smile you made and that smile I own
Equal forever in rank