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.

-M. Rene’

 

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.

 

-M. Rene’

 

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.