There was a time
when a flower had power
When we believed we lived
in the age of peace
Light of day does nothing but break up the dew
Leaves remember sweet breath of the moon
Come to this secret garden
You have been here before
Tasted exquisite fruit
Bathed
Immersed your senses
in its silent moons…
I watched, fascinated, as the massive snake
made its way from the roof
down the wall in front of me.
I held a long stick in my hand, tapped
the giant head as it slithered closer.
Why would I wake up with a wildflower-
covered world, death in China, and eternity?
Poetry? I can only dream of waving a magical pen, like you did.
Of words dancing, bursting into allegorical stars
Single bullet through the heart.
Beautiful rose shatters.
Bloodied petals scatter.
we seek solace
in counterparts.
children grow up.
parents age.
friends know us
on Saturday nights.
One driver thinks he and his car
are one and the same.
He tells himself he and his car just happened
to evolve from dirt of the road
This Poem Is Not Controversial
it has no enemies
does not want to argue
defend one point
or attack another