dogpoet

Standing backstage
Waiting to go on
I don’t know what they’re feeling
But I want to feel it, too.

Walking onto the stage
All alone
I don’t know what she’s feeling
But I want to feel it, too.

When the ancient gods sat down at their crystal table
To give the people voice
A very old man
Stood up in the back
And said
"We must have a word that rhymes with mother
So people can write sappy family poems."
That's why

Dear Kevin, 
Today we boarded the ship. It's small, only two stories. We were lucky to get tickets. I hope our journey is smooth and we can be with you soon.

Dear Kevin,

Stand on the mountain tops
Let the people here your voice
Be young while you can
You know you don't have a choice
Now
In the presnt
is a present to you
Ladies and Gents
Let me present
Every person
Has a voice

When I was younger
Poems sprouted from my head like little seedlings
I had a swirling ball of creative energy in my head
Pink and blue and purple
Yellow, red, green
Words were everywhere
I could pull them out of the air

Rain lashes and whips at her wet hair.
She struggles to grasp the intricate, metal structure.
People down on the ground look up in awe- so scared
And confused.
all she can see is the rusty copper