PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

This is a call to recess

A call to stand in silence in order to process my thoughts

A bush of roses among a field of forget-me-nots

A moment of clarity torn from the pages of Rorschach blots



This is a story of living

A clear sky slowly brewing into a dark and ominous cloud

A well of copper hopes as the water drains out

A book of melodies Mozart himself couldn’t write down



We’re all so blessed

So, why can’t we see it

Without having to self-impose a litmus test

We’re all so blessed

So, why can’t we believe it

Without having to compare ourselves against someone less fortunate



This is a characteristic of insecurity

A speck of dust landing on a masterpiece

A scar of regret never faced purposely

A tear or word being held behind prides levee



This is a claim to truth

A key, to a previously locked room, dangling on a doorknob

A pencil in the hand of a poet writing without thought

A drop of rain into a stream swelling a river flooding an ocean that can’t be stopped



We’re all so blessed

So, it’s time that we see it

Without having to self-impose our own defeat

We’re all so blessed

So, it’s time that we believe it

Without having to question the source of our belief