How to; Write a Poem

Sit down. Close
Your eyes. Feel
Emotions wash
Over your soul.
Sit for a while.
Run a mile
In your mind.
Return to
Your body. Pick
Up your pen.
Then, lay down
Your journal.
Look internally,
Eternally. Let
Words flow
On the page.
Break free
From the cage
Causing you
Rage. Release
The pain inside
And find
That silver line
In each rhyme.
Rid yourself
Of the stress –
Put to rest
The weight
You carry
In your chest.
Write with no
End in sight.
Wrong or right,
Live a life
Worth writing
About before
Your pen’s ink
Runs out.

The Drop Off

The
drop off is steep. You can
     slip and
             fall.
Once you are done
             falling,
             rise and pick up
             right where
you left off. 
Watch for the 
      drop off.
Listen for the signs.
Expect it.
      And, don't be tense.
Soon, the
      drop off will be past tense.
When the
      drop off comes. Don't run.
      Your journey has just
begun. 
                                          

Blue Rain

The blue rain came.
The sky spit and spat.
Raindrops drizzled
right in the middle
of a sun-shiny day.
The rain continued;
it kept coming –
as if God left
the faucet running –
and said “screw it;
learn to swim or
learn to grow
gills or fins.”
The blue rain sang
and said: “hello” –
before washing away
another bad day.

The Deep End

I’ll never forget how to swim.

I’ll never forget this water I’m in.

Drifting away, I lost sight of the shore.

All night and day, I swim some more.

Powerful waves push me around.

I’ll do anything to not sink down.

As a kid, my feet touched the ground.

As an adult, I hear a different sound.

Bobbing up and down, I drift away.

Impossible to be found, I swim all day.

In a matter of years, this water got deeper.

This open water is a natural peace keeper.

I paddle through wakes for my own sake

as I swim to the deep end to meet my fate.

Lost in Thought (L.I.T)

I swim freely in the ocean

derived from my thoughts.

Blue, vast, and open…

Just picture me floatin’.

I swim circles

in my thoughts.

The Waters have no end

and it doesn’t mend.

Afraid to drown,

I look for help – I cry out.

I don’t pretend.

Little did I know; I was alone.

My swim turns into a float

on my back,

I face the angry sun.

This was before

I bumped your boat.

That’s when my life begun.

My cry for help

echoed and carried

to another swimmer

listening.

I’m no longer afraid.

Above the water

is where we’ll stay.