Won't
somebody
make me
your project?
Sick
thoughts
tongue in cheek.
Not for
the dishonest
perhaps a thief?
Who would steal away
from self
to control another
an astronaut elf
A sculptor
a farmer
a mother,
a lover
It isn't like
I want to be
planted
just cultivated.
Arrange my branches
Allow me to scream
and howel too
Just someone
to listen
maybe it's true
How does one grow
when not reflected
how to be sure
that it's not
all affected?
I've waited so long,
how can this be?
For sound or charm
elusive, that's me
I'm ripe now
I tell you
come shake my tree,
the rotten and pungent
come first
help me
break free
Then come the buds
soft on the vine
watch them all
flower
I tell you
it's time.
A.S.
7/5/09
reading your last poems
ReplyDeletea night of extreme heat, hard to sleep, a refreshing zone
this is great!
fantastico...
Gracias Fernanado,
ReplyDeleteEnjoy the heat is might just bake you a new crust of an idea to write about...;-) I know bad joke. It rains everyday here. So glad to have your eyes resting upon my words.
In Light,
Amy