shivalihp

There is this bench in a park.

It has a plaque

Dedicated to a man

Who sat there every day

And watched the world go by.

I wonder what he was like,

What he saw.

As I sit here

I'm a brown-eyed girl 

loves adventures 

yet afraid of the unknown

I'm a romantic who hates real life

I'm a brown-eyed girl

who wishes more love songs

said brown-eyed instead of blue

To be a poet is not to write poems.  

No. 

Most anyone can do that. 

Most anyone has done that, 

for school, maybe. 

To be a poet is to see a tree  

i remember my first day of middle school

i was wearing washed-out jeans and a t-shirt from Target

my short brown hair was parted to the side

Carried by the songbird’s wings 

Through forests bright, caverns dim, 

Flying in the wild wind.  

Tears have been shed and goodbyes have been said 

And the light is leaving from your eyes.