What began as a howl towards being told when to celebrate love…quickly descended into something sentimental. An absence from poetry (12 years!) leaves oneself vulnerable to these arisings.
I have to do this Today?
But what if I hadn’t slowed down to notice you?
Take a Number
It felt like that some days.
What if you hadn’t come back?
What if we hadn’t tried again? And again?
But what if I hadn’t stayed?
I’m always learning about you.
Stay Off The Grass
That’s okay there’s always a secluded cove.
But there is such heat between us.
Do Not Enter
That was before…
No Firearms Allowed
But I’m loaded.
No Children Allowed
We ignored that one
February 14th, tell her you love her, buy her a gift
The other 364 days don’t matter?
This Offer Has Expired.
Every day matters.
Closed For The Season
This Poem was subsequently recognized, with a third place finish in a Poetry Contest hosted by the Quillians Writing Group from the virtual word of Second Life.