First and Last Lines Poem

An album of unbearable photos lay in the living room corner

I said “You look pathetic,

Sitting there like the whole world has been destroyed.”

And she was crying

Crying like a hurricane

She still sits there

Crying

Obviously trying to ignore

What I’ve just said

I look at her

I haven’t really thought about

What she always did before

Before the incident

Before the storm

Her garden was destroyed

A year after her husband died

All she did was plant flowers

And think about her husband

Its wasn’t like her flower

Walked away

Her flowers were ripped out

Like someone was performing surgery

Her garden was her escape

Her garden was like her whole world

I now realize what that garden

Meant to her

I take back everything I’ve said.

Name Poem

My real name is Dreamer

Dreaming of the impossible

The future

The past

The present

Dreaming anything dreamable

Yesterday my name was over-thinker

Over-thinking simple things

Little things

Big things

All things

Over-thinking the thinking

Tomorrow my name

Will still be Dreamer

Dreaming of different things

Better things

Anything

Dreaming forever and ever

This is Just to Say...

I have pushed you down

the stairs

When you broke

My heart

And which

You probably thought

Wasn’t that big

of a deal

Forgive me

I couldn’t help myself

You deserved it

So I did it

Symbol

Christmas is like a pallet of paint

Full of wonderful colors

Of walking trees

Of jumping wrapping paper

And flashing lights

Christmas is like a pallet of paint

Full of mixing

Of people

Of friends

And happiness

Christmas is like a pallet of paint

Full of contributing

Of gift

Of foods

And laughter

Christmas is a pallet of paint

Full of memories

Of traditions

Of new things

And mental pictures