elegant man

ELEGANT MAN
Tall he is,
and elegant,
the mysterious
one-eyed man.
He sways a bit
in gentle breezes,
falls to his knees
in a gentle kiss.
Quite a romantic is he,
the tall and elegant,
mysterious,
one-eyed man.
mebw
© 4/6/16
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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

what you find

WHAT YOU FIND

I hope you find
what you are looking for
behind the curtain,
tinted glass,
behind the slightly
opened door.

I hope it leaves you
satisfied.
I hope it leaves you
filled.
I hope you find
the taste sublime,
and rough waters
stilled.

I hope you find a
sweetness
and a freedom in
release.
I hope it gives you
comfort,
I hope it gives you
peace.

And when you find
you are all alone,
I hope the things
that you looked for
do not chill you
to the bone.
mebw
© 3/27/16

acrostic

Suddenly I feel
Outrageously overwhelmed, the
Meager moments of time
Eventually are not enough.
Take your time.
In fact, why bother?
My feelings mean nothing.
Endings, beginnings
Sadly, they become the same.
Interesting
Having had what I wanted,
And knowing I now do not
Takes my breath away.
Everyone sees my pain,
Maybe.
Yesterday
Love filled my heart
Inside now, I am dry
Finding ashes , scraps
Everywhere.
mebw
© 3/26/16