You Read My Poems and I Still Wonder - if you wouldn’t like the close rhymes
You read my poems and I still wonder
If my account of lightning and thunder
is telling of the faces I cover
with pseudo names and forgiving mothers.
You read my poems and I still question
If my words are just a mere reflection
of the pain I felt with new directions
stabbing rhymes revealing earnest lessons.
You read my poems and I still ponder
If any phrase could make you grow fonder
of my feelings that can’t help but wander,
lifting and lost, like a wounded condor.
You read my poems and I can’t decide
if you’d notice stained pages where I’d cried.
Copyright © Faith Fowler | Year Posted 2026
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