IS IT?

IS IT?

Is it a poem
if I just pose a question
rhetorical
no answer expected?

Is it true poetry
if I have not a point
just a thought
to anoint?

If there’s no rhyme or reason
can it be the season
to gift to the world
a new idea?

Just not feeling this one,
I may be done.
No poem tonight …

Right?

mebw
©4/4/16

cocoon

COCOON

If I weave a cocoon
what will I be
when I emerge?

A tapestry of self-protection,
what will I have created
my Self to be?

If I enter
frightened and lost,
will I break out
fierce, and with a vision?
or will I find
this solitude
a grand place
to simply wither away
and die?

If I weave a cocoon
will I emerge,
or will what is born
no longer be
me?

mebw
© 4/3/16

ALMOST

ALMOST
Almost the end of one little book.
Almost complete, come, take a look!
The pages are filling with words from a dream.
The pages are filling and soon the will scream!
Soon they will scream with sorrow and pain.
Soon will they scream of darkness and rain.
Almost the end, where is the joy,
Almost the end, a poetry ploy.
To get out the bad, to get it all said.
To get out the bad, no more words, time for bed!
mebw
© 4/2/16