“Poetry is, in a way, like shouting. Since you can’t yell at the top of your lungs for a long time, you have to decide what you really need to say, and say it quickly.” Janet S. Wong
ME
As the flower reaches for the sun
a woman lives her life.
A woman isn’t just a flower
waiting patiently on the hour.
Yes-but a woman waits for answers
to questions of life.
Yes, questions important enough
to wait—wait and see.
Well, I only know this one:
what is really the answer to
me?
Can’t I ever just be
the ‘me’ I prefer to see
than that demanded from
those surrounding me?
Try telling
ReplyDeletea rose
to be
a daisy.
Thanks for the thoughtful poem.
I've set my sights on a poem a day also...let's do it!