I read a few
Of your poems today.
After I digest
Five poems
My gut tells my mind
Its opinion.
Judgement
Final Call
You cannot be safe
If you never were safe.
This isn’t baseball,
But there is an umpire
To make the final call.
Subtraction
Cut away the obstacles
the boundaries, the knots,
and nots, and nays.
Make your dream
your reality
be the rainmaker
not the refrain.
Passages
What’s present is present
And past is past.
Too few todays
And less days
In the future.
So much sorrow
It’s hard to measure.
Empty Joy
Let me pass to you
A cup of empty joy.
Raise my glass
To loneliness
And a bitter slow goodbye.