here are two of the poems currently residing on my refrigerator, a la my magnetic poetry set given to me for my birthday this year:
coffee is a sacred liquid and a
delicious perfume for which i have
never questioned its magic as it
seeps into my cold bones
morning joy and peace and hot drink
brilliant
. . . . .
soft warm night listen to my words
the air is like velvet and surrounds me
a star heals this sad broken yesterday
and perhaps my present day to come
. . . . .
i always tell 'sted how poetry makes me nervous... so, if you think mine is really bad, please don't tell me. i don't want to know. if you don't think it completely sucks, you could tell me so...