3 Poems

Poetry Is…

A bright sunny day

A turbulent storm

A story told in verse
A blank page

Poetry can be your

Escape

Prison

Sanctuary

Torcher chamber

Something that can

Please you

But hurt you somehow

What Happens To A Dream?

Does it shrivel up and die?

Does it live off your thoughts

and drive you wild?

Does it play again and again?

Do you want it no longer to stay?

Or do you want to keep it

FOREVER?

Autour d’Elle: Mark Chagall

As illusions circle around your life

The good times begin to grow smaller

And more misty

While the turbulent storm clouds

Fill the scene

As far away as she may seem

She’s always alive

Inside

Sometimes, you just need to look

To find the memory

Good times are not

Experienced

They are only

Remembered