Saturday, August 21, 2010

Hey, listen
I hesitate
I hold back
I can't help myself to get out
So I stay frozen, harnessed to nothing
I got the future in my cross hairs, sometimes
but I flinch, pull back
don't take the risk
stay where I am, who I am for now,
but how many nows do I have?
the answer pulls me apart in all directions, so I stay still
Hey, listen
But you can't, I suppose
Who can hear a poems's whisper on a windy night?


Susannah said...

I really like your writing. I look forward to more.

(Ears that are used to hearing poems whispers can hear them on even the windiest night.)

Diane T said...

Welcome SC. I love your poems. I think you sound like me, lOL. Open abd honest. Look forward to reading more of your work!

Anonymous said...

Great stuff SC. Looks like your expanding outward into the blogosphere. Remember me when you get to the top...throw a coin in my cup maybe.