Words didn't have to be dark
But I felt dark
And I'd weep and try to grab a spark
But like a shark
Something empty came and swallowed
That quick brightness
And any happy poetry seemed...trite.
I didn't have to be dark
But sitting, back breaking all day
In a cement chair
Where's the air?
I spit out my gum and run
From the chalk dust, straight into - my education
Elation
Do you smell that sea spray?
Are those gulls laughing with me?
Beat my feet down the warm boardwalk striaght into...
His arms. I do.
And rings, and towels and things.
A world of charms
Sprawling farms, feilds of rolling hills
And honey locust trees
Do you smell that Jasmine?
Sit outside and breath warm evening beauty
With the children.
Poetry
I heard it whisper to me
I bought a book of the "100 Best" months ago
But it dissapointed me.
Now I see
What I've been missing these long years
Words for my tears
And rythm for my joy
The pages of the book my breath and years
Footsteps soul song are writing.
Comments welcome.
But I felt dark
And I'd weep and try to grab a spark
But like a shark
Something empty came and swallowed
That quick brightness
And any happy poetry seemed...trite.
I didn't have to be dark
But sitting, back breaking all day
In a cement chair
Where's the air?
I spit out my gum and run
From the chalk dust, straight into - my education
Elation
Do you smell that sea spray?
Are those gulls laughing with me?
Beat my feet down the warm boardwalk striaght into...
His arms. I do.
And rings, and towels and things.
A world of charms
Sprawling farms, feilds of rolling hills
And honey locust trees
Do you smell that Jasmine?
Sit outside and breath warm evening beauty
With the children.
Poetry
I heard it whisper to me
I bought a book of the "100 Best" months ago
But it dissapointed me.
Now I see
What I've been missing these long years
Words for my tears
And rythm for my joy
The pages of the book my breath and years
Footsteps soul song are writing.
Comments welcome.
