Saturday, May 10, 2008

At Her Poetry Reading

There are no rights and wrongs,

only different verses to different songs

that we call life.

No confusion in the moral dilemma,

just thoughts and feelings that stew and simmer

into meaning.

Do you want to know the meaning of life?

It is the meaning you give to your toil and strife

while learning the many rural routes to heaven.

I believe in you

and in this life, those people are few,

who share, who care, who dare

to make a difference for the better,

so when you read this letter,

remember me up there on your reading stool,

and how I whispered, that girl's no fool,

her heart is pure

and knows the cure

is more than just an oval pill,

a simple thrill,

a space to fill

in time.

Don't be afraid to shine,

its after all, what you do best,

you'll pass this test

and at the end you'll find,

a heart of gold,

a hand to hold,

something strong to mould

into a thing divine

and if that hand or heart be lacking

and you need a friend,

here I am,

take mine.


Kentucky Dreamer said...

I saw this poem at the Cafe and I love it. You have such a way with both words and conveying wonderful images to the reader, very nice.

Mike said...

I like the off-beat beat of this one. Kind of interesting twist.