It has been awhile, but I am back posting a bit of my poetry.
You may write poetry around me, embroider it
or craft it into a pearl necklace. The dew on
the lily by the lake. The little bird plump, hiding
in the shrubbery. Lovers intertwined. I remember
you. I remember him, the poet of the sad eyes and
witness to so much tragedy inside and outside himself.
There is so much I do not understand and which I
question, the lightening that flickers dangerously
in the distance on a muggy summer's evening,
the wars that will not end. Answer me poet and
and drop the syllables into my barely eloquent mouth.