Sunday, April 7, 2013

Thoughts on poetry

Sunday April 7

Poems come
when I least
expect them
swelling inside
my head.
Small signs
of joy
maybe sadness
tugging at my heart.
Simple words
heal my soul
giving life
to my imagination.

Darn ole crows
black suits
blue sheen dresses
shining and strutting
across the lawn --
caw, caw, caw, caw, caw, caw, caw
wake me in the early morning
high above the trees
outside my bedroom window.
GO AWAY!!!!!