Walking down a path and something special happens
Two hearts collide and it seems that things are right
How it happened is not exactly known, but you proceed
Before long thoughts of each other occupy your night.
Writing many times is an outlet for my heart
Often it comes out after over-and-over I start
I don’t always know the beginning or the end
Yet this one comes from the passing of a friend.
What do you say when you have run out of words
How do you reconcile ‘one’ that has become two
Do you take the time to look back and analyze
Or must you accept that your we is now just a you.
Life is a hen In search of its chicks, hidden around Through tunnels Across rivers Around mountains Over seas On clouds Into dark planetary space In thick jungles
Looking back at the life you have lived so far
Remembering what makes you who you are
The are many things of which you are proud
And maybe some you dare not say out loud.
A writer uses the mind to traverse the universe
Boundless the words that can be used to explain
They fall to the page in whatever order they may
To explain excitement, peace, visions, even pain.
If you were able to take a trip to the brain
Would you like to see if synapse do snap
Would you walk down their memory path
Look through past images, smile and clap.
Who knew that life would take this turn
That the foundations of love would crumble
While nothing can be guaranteed to last
Neither foresaw this a reason to stumble.
Poet's Corner 