PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

upon making demands

tear down those hills

but don't let the walls' guilt

brush your more innocent hands

fear lives on the very idea of

weakness alone

and guns are never scared

such strengths were inherited

you know

under varying degrees of distress

incidental mistrust marries words

every time that have always been

my own

in such channels that is where I

swim best alone

still creatively guarded

yet almost eerily optimistic

I.E.

my rose colored world is only now

just a little rainy and here it is

sunny once again

and so late in the day

I can ramble on without any

provocation quite beautifully

whether in or out of jest

and see through eyes that others

would swear feared would soon dim

taking a rather faint view of the risks

involved

for a long, leisurely walk at every

available moment

snagging the very nets of personal myth

so to open my braided thoughts to these

pages that are rightfully theirs

focus itself refuses to fray even when I'm

falling apart privately

I am rather simply a poet trapped in the

magical mid rhyme

that's ever so elusively expressed

publicly I am no more than a caricature

of that

a child's drawing

hung in an ornate gallery

that houses all the greats

ah poetry

my pen's mistress

she is such a

'Delightful Fluke'...............

(Feb. 21, 1999)