I never thought I would die in a wreck
Bam! Slam! Crash! It happened smashingly fast
and when I looked down I yelled “What the heck?”
Next I knew, I had shot up in a blast
my God was not at the gates to greet me
Jesus was not available either
Heard a gorgeous, melodic melody
saw an old lady, knitting, a weaver
Can you send me back? I asked with whispers.
Seriously, Miss, I would like to go home.
She grinned at me, and I saw her whiskers.
Home already she said, end of this poem.
Decided to stay, now learning the harp.
Mind is still eager, decidedly sharp.
at dawn i hug an armful of words - open dictionary.
i toss them in the air like confetti confectionary.
like sherbert they’re my own flavor’d dialect creamery.
i t a l i c s and bold, often deliciously contrary.
a twirling baton, orchestrated seriously — ‘musingly.
sadly twilight, strong and full of bright, smashingly
whispers “goodnight” and tucks away my darling poetry.
yawn...morning stars dreamily arrive on time, quickly.
new dawn, perchance happens upon an open dictionary.
2/23/2020
What you have in store for us?
It is impossible to know and understand
It will be good
Because You are good
It will be perfect
Because You are perfect
It will be incredible
Because You are incredible
It will be awesome
Because You are awesome
It will be everything that You are and are capable of
It will be unbelievable, unimaginable, improbable, unthinkable
It will be SMASHINGLY GOOD!!
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