(2015)
We are all searching for our identity, and that identity can change. But everyone seems to think that they are groundbreaking mavericks marching to their own tune, and humanity repeats itself all over. We are all philosophers :)
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall