this is the 2nd poem of the week!!
Please leave comment on poem or my pro.
You can give poem suggestions as well.
Valentine for Ernest Mann-
by Naomi S. N.
You can't order a poem like you order a taco.
Walk up to the counter and say, "I'll take two"
and expect it to be handed back to you
on a shiny plate.
Still, I like your spirit.
Anyone who says, "Here's my address,
write me a poem," deserves something in reply.
So I'll tell you a secret instead:
poems hide. In the bottoms of our shoes,
they are sleeping. They are shandows
drifting across our ceilings the moment
before we wake up. What we have to do
is live in a way that lets us find them.
Once I new a man who gave his wife
two skunks for a valentine.
He couldn't understand why she was crying.
"I thought they had such beautiful eyes.:
And he was serious. He was a serious man
who lived in a serious way. Nothing was ugly
just because the world said so. He really
liked those skunks. So, he re-invented them
as valentines and they became beautiful.
At least, to him. And the poems that had been hiding
in the eyes of skunks for centuries
crawled out and curled up at his feet.
Maybe if we re-invent whatever our lives give us
we find poems. Check your garage, the odd sock
in your drawer, the person you almost like, but not quite.
And let me know.
biggrin that is probably my favorite so far!
5 NINJAS!!
ninja ninja ninja ninja ninja
 xxKaty_Kannibalxx · Mon Dec 01, 2008 @ 09:03pm · 0 Comments |
