Will the miracle begin on time?
Will there be an opening act?
Will there be an intermission
To step out for a snack?
Will no refunds be given
30 minutes into the show?
Will it be everything they promised
And when it’s over, can we go?
Tag: poet
Poem: Elizabeth
When I write Elizabeth
I do it without shame
or regret
but with intensity
as if we just met
because it is Elizabeth
when I write Elizabeth
there are standards
that i set
and many things
i must not forget
because it is Elizabeth
when i write elizabeth
i use a secret alphabet
that all may read
but none may get
except, of course
Elizabeth
Untitled Poem
the beast
can rest now
blessed be
fed and full
almost happy
no more lust
no more rage
the spirit
a temple
the body
a cage
Poem – the gift
The page
is the gift
where everything
begins
and what
i cannot complete
the night
will fill in
Poem
Listen
to the rain
it is the voice
of spring
sweeping
winter’s ashes
revitalizing everything
listen
to the rain
another day
is coming
its fingers
on the windowpane
nervously drumming
listen
to the rain
it is not always sad
do not listen
to me
i have nothing
more to add
