Poetry
That’s entertainment
The important thing is how will you be remembered.
You might have thought about this, or it might have been the
Ancient Greeks, it doesn’t matter, it’s what people think of you
when I write poetry
words
become
A light house
If I live in a house filled with light.
Two Dads
one black, one white
one Father, one Dad
won’t tell
Even handed
the right knows
what the left is doing
sister brother
Hungry words
A distraught loner,
a fallen lord,
a desperate woman