PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

a slave to my convictions

master of my own

lively yet still limited

restrictions

I am a broad grinning woman

standing purposefully before

you

with an unpredictable outlook

I am the cart that sometimes

carries the horse itself

the stone that learned to swim

among the ripples

on the lake

quick

shore up your personal wounds

and smile upon the times

help me to better build

this literary bridge

hand me a pen

for I do my best writing when I

feel such need in my soul

to run from the very wind

change

though scary

tends to inspire

those of us who even

dare to look into the eyes

of mere chance...............

(April 7, 1999)