I don’t write a lot of poems, but occasionally I dabble. Enjoy!
Etchings on a Boulder
We cannot count ourselves enlightened
Until we outgrow this need
To carve our names
In every nook and cranny
Of beautiful wilderness
What vain hope
That initials in the rock
Will obtain immortality
Our frail bodies cannot
Petty little scratches
May outlive us
But they will fade
Wind and rain painting
A clean canvas
What meaning will those letters have?
Only this:
We were so afraid
Of being forgotten
Another Song, Another Kiss
They say it’s getting worse
Look how people talk
How they behave
Look at politics
We live in different worlds
(Nobody has ever said
Politics is getting better)
And if you don’t believe it's all falling apart
If you don’t live in fear
If you dare to hope
You’re a fool, or worse: complicit.
But they forgot the feeling:
The first time hearing
Your favorite song,
The first time kissing
Someone you love
The future is not all bad.
There are more good things in store.
Tomorrow has a surprise for you
And you’ll never guess.
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