PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

this fond expectation of mine

stands solid yet still

she does not move

she does not speak

she merely watches me at great

length and will

as I determinedly flog away at

attaining my goal

which is the business of getting

to further know my oblivious self

the Melissa who fearlessly continues

to live behind these ever turbulent eyes

the least shallow me these murky waters

though swift

run surprisingly quite deep

their current while impossibly fierce

holds dear all that need be

I plummet only to then arise

astride this short balance beam

we like to label as life

I am cemented in the very essence of truth

the American Dream attempts to slap me in

the face

I am chastised

the need in me unlike this flawed body

in which I am forced to reside

I will not let suffer nor die

apathy stands a mile high

thankfulness laces each and every last one

of my swirling thoughts

redemption trembles in each their shadowed

wake

and throughout every hope the vision fights

me and all my big dreams

just as I suspected they one day would

I am not surprised

for all rivers feed off

'Even The Smallest Streams'...................

(Jan. 31, 1996)