Mere words are placed upon the page
Where ink conjoins with pulp.
And higher themes than tongues can wage
Are sought in parsing prose.
Language is the mind’s attempt
To cobble thoughts from words,
Yet seeks discourse on things exempt
From rationale’s employ.
‘Tis not a boast upon the breast,
That burden to un-bear,
But hope that scripting at its best
Does speak without a breath.
Categories:
worthiness, 12th grade, confidence, hope,
Form: Rhyme
Let me have this moment
This space that'll forever be lost
Let it live on inside me
In my heart
In my mind
Can I be selfish?
Do I deserve to be selfish?
Why should I have this?
Why should I have you?
Can I be selfish?
Just for a moment
The still holds us close
I'm afraid
Can I be selfish?
If I breathe, play will resume all that I struggled to hold near
Can I be selfish?
Do I deserve you?
Can I be selfish?
There's no place for me
I shake as I fear that this too will leave my grasp
Can I be selfish?
Right here
Can I be selfish?
If I move, I'll never find you again
Can I be selfish?
Here
Can I be selfish?
I blink and everything has changed
Can I be selfish?
I want to go back
Can I be selfish?
That moment
Can I be selfish?
You looked at me with life
Can I be selfish?
I've lost myself
Away in the wind to never to be returned to me
Can I be selfish?
These breaths are foreign and unknown
Who am I?
Can I be selfish?
No.
Categories:
worthiness, animal, dog, fear, grief,
Form: Free verse
It is always those things
That we can’t touch – the stars,
The moon, the clouds in June,
The sun, the rainbow after the storm,
The thunder and the trembling voice
Beneath the heartfelt sentiment
It is always those things
That we can’t know – the heart
Who lives behind the smile,
The whisper of faith in a child,
The joy in the sunrise, the snowflake,
The gentle in the spirit who colors
Life in hues of resilience…
It is always those things
That we can’t see – the feeling
Bleeding through endless sensitivity,
The breathless hope, the mystery
Feeding off the laughing winds and seas,
The yearning of a heart who knows…
It is always those things
That make life beautiful, believable
That erase the doubts and darkness
With faith and enlightenment…
It is always those things that make life
Feel like it is worthwhile, worthy of the smile
Who beams beneath the shroud covering up
Those things that make it all worthwhile!
Categories:
worthiness, appreciation, life, light,
Form: Free verse
Perennial spring,
keep flowing through green meadows:
by your sound I live.
Categories:
worthiness, life, nature, peace
Form: Haiku