(2014)
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
Inspirational quotes Are full of crap Whatever meaning Is lost In the sea
