Alert! It’s time to begin. Again Birds rejoicing for clear or cloudy skies. Either way they fly. Cricket percussion keeping the rhythm of a tropical sounding serenade. Dogs even chime in to great a great new day. Mother is the conductor. Good Morning. The new…

This may be my first and only published poem. I consider it the start of my intentional poetry writing. Submitted to check the process Paul Robert Sanford June 12 at 4:14pm In Orlando, Happy faces Young beautiful people, Vibrant bodies, Jumping for joy. Smashed into offal…

Sometimes I wish I could melt like ice And then freeze back together To form a new shape. Then when things got too hot I could take a different shape And start again.