People are real and complex and composed of
out of context quotes, half-remembered daydreams,
and coffee-stained yesterdays – there is a beauty
in such fascinating feelings and experiences;
but we can’t all boil down to rhyme or reason
so easily – we don’t all fit the same molds –
and honestly where would the fun in that be?
So next time you pick up a collection of poetry
or go to a museum or peruse a community garden
I hope you’ll admire the differences and the personalities-
I hope you’ll take note of all the butterflies
and hummingbirds and silver linings guiding
you wherever it is you need to go.
Time and age and choice can change people
but you do have a say in how they affect you.
Poem 25: BONUS:
There’s a fluffy purple owl
named Moonlight and she was
born during the space between
the witching hour and our secret
phone calls- well before the
artist’s hour but you can tell
there’s creativity in those feathers –
that inspiration truly takes flight
and when the final moments
of forever finally arrive – she will be
the sole reminder that even then
there is still beauty and hope.
This has been a blast and there’s even an extra poem for you because one of my fellow writers with a ginormous weekend goal gave me a purple owl stuffed animal named moonlight and we had to celebrate that. thank you for the support. I have poemed and won. now for sleep.