When I Can See Inside of Me
Foggy morning clarity
seems therapy of prosperity,
pales and runs away to flee
when I can see inside of me.
But truth be told I only see
that which is in front of me
as if it’s real and tries to be
foggy morning clarity.
When I can see inside of me
I push away this vulgarity
cut all the trees like forestry
within my melody of irony.
Seems therapy of prosperity
is a hidden form of tyranny
that comes bereft of warranty
when I can see inside of me.
The rhyme is refreshing, and the meaning is true. Particularly enjoy the last stanza.
Hey Amy,
I just emailed you from the link…but just in case it didn’t make it…here it is posted again…
I appreciate the positive feedback!
I can barely keep up with writing all of these poems and coming up with different voices.
Bravo to you for looking at others!
Just out of curiosity…where do you live and are you doing the half or full marathon?
Good luck on the rest!
The rhyming really is invigorating in this poem!
Thanx Caitlin!
This may have been my favorite…certainly one of my favorites. And…I never would have written this poem without the prompts…It must be satisfying to know that you are nudging poems out of us by coming up with challenging and interesting prompts. Yeah to the magic of the spoken and written word!
Harvey