Written sometime during the 1980/81 school year.
Written in 1983. Why are we all different? Is it because the flowers are so? Is it because the animals are so? Or is it because there is a lesson to learn? It would be so simple to be all of one colour, all of one faith, and all of one point of view. Are…
I was cleaning out my fiction and poetry files this weekend in preparation of renewing my efforts and found this weird little poem I wrote on Oct. 16, 1995. In fact, I don’t remember writing it. It’s in my handwriting and I do remember the line about the streamers, but everything else was like reading…
These two limericks were written in my diary on April 19, 1981. Yes, I am aware they don’t make much sense. 😉 There once was a very cool cot Who was always smoking pot He was so high He thought he could fly But now he is forgot Many people don’t know if Or why…
Another in the series of love poems I wrote in 1988. My love, like the wind, flows through all. My love, like the ocean, encompasses a large expance. My love, like the sun, warms me through and through. My love, like sand, is infinite, or seemingly so. My love, my lover, my everything … where…
1983 was a year a great angst for me. I wanted so much to have a boyfriend … didn’t happen. I was having issues with friends … my ADD-induced social cluelessness didn’t help. So, a lot of my poetry from that year deals with love and frustration and teen angst. This poem is no different….
I had to avoid the computer last week due to a back spasm, so here is last week’s haiku almost a week late. A fly jit jitters Across our truck’s windshield. Does it know I’m here? Originally posted on 52 Haiku