This is a poem from my new book, which is called, “Poems of the Inner Spark.” It can be found on Amazon or
If I could do it all over I would.
These things keep popping up as if they should.
I am struggling to see beginning
The ending is never ending
Trudging profusely ever imbedded over a hot stove.
I just want to be lying underneath a beautiful clove
Swaying side by side waiting for it’s love
That never comes because it is ever so loathing
Looking for it’s clothing
That is ever so appealing
Leaking out of a faucet comes warm water,
That hits the sink, making it hotter.
Going down the tube into circulation
Making it’s way to open speculation
A dog is barking fiercely
I am sitting sadly
Bleak it is before my daddy
Comes and becomes my buddy
For a day, with his steady, steady
Boat that makes me happy
Cooking a meal for me, he struggles
He knows I have had better days
There is nothing more to do
I must sit and stew
The furry within reaches my numb brain
I would yell but it would be a strain
Easy Easy, it is just a little time spent
That ends at a time with good temperament
This is good. I am misunderstood by me,
Who stands before the mirror smiling and free
From the bondage of so so much uncertainty
With a turn of a switch I can see the good
There I was as I stood
Here I am as I should
This is but a beginning.