Wednesday, May 4, 2011

There is hope

There is hope in running water,
rivers, streams, brooks.
I will hold you all that I can,
alcoves, stairs, nooks.

I am walking without my shoes,
stickers, nails, burrs.
My small kitten made a small sound,
meows, mewls, and purrs.

There is fear in growing grape vines,
ivy, wine, sun.
 Nice day for a nice beach, cool day,
sunblock, sand, fun.

I can lift you above my head,
elbows, arms, knees.
I can meet you tonight at nine,
dinner, stay, please.

There is love in feather pillows,
sleep, safe, time.
I will sleep on feather pillows,
you, our, mine.

4 comments:

  1. I always knew it to be true
    alacran, douche, whey
    And now, through this poem, You have proved to be
    no talent, kitten, gay

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  2. Why? do you have a picture of Princess Diana as ur About Me, Me, Me

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  3. Felix, that was really mean. I think what I did with the PERFECT METER and WONDERFUL PARALLELISM. I have a picture of Princess Diana because I love her.

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  4. But not that Princess Diana, a different Princess Diana.

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