Days in the life of a poet

When life gets too complicated and our hearts and minds seek out what is good and provides us sustenance...poetry is the breath of life. Words allow us to communicate...to express that within us that is most precious and real. We crave that which is familiar and gives us comfort...read and receive*

Sunday, January 9, 2011

On the Way to Lynn’s

As I walk along 8th Street
Contemplating the machinations
Of our world in (dramatic) flux…
Old-school days I reminisce fondly;
Going to prom, in a powder-blue tux

Kissing the most popular girl
I remember the softest lips
I may have ever kissed; as I
Sift through yesterday’s bliss

I walk toward Chestnut Ave.
(Growing up poor; what we didn’t have)
Makes me sad sometimes…
But, times weren’t all that bad
Sometimes we had great laughs

My mood changes and
A knowing smile grows as
The sun beds down and the moon awakens…
I’m near my destinations end
The house is bright; I see her face
I’ll spend a visit…with my best friend*
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