Posted by: marilynmendoza | March 16, 2012

small slam for sanity


My life is scraps of paper with words  and slams that say “I am” . Write a book, I’m told, but I’m too old to be so bold, left out in the cold, the words that disturb are just verbs, that fly from my brain with disdain, like the rain, an old refrain.: If you’re a poet show it”                                                                                                                                                                            

 

Love is falling

See me crawling

Hoping and longing

To be belonging

To the world soaring

  But humans are wronging

And we are dangling

By threads

Singing a soulful song

Trying to be strong

Can we right this terrible wrong?

 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

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Responses

  1. yes 🙂


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