Looking For Poems

I’m on a poem walk,

Searching all about.

I look for poems,

Every time I go out.


Some heavy, some hollow

Some squishy or flat

Some tend to follow

And some fly like a bat


Hanging in the air

Or sprouting from the ground

I pick them all up,

Make them fit and sound.


I brush off some commas,

Straighten out some ink

What rhymes? – llamas?

I’ll find some link!


Graft in,

pull out

Verbs, adjectives, adverbs,

Become paramount!


Poems all around!

They’re everywhere, you see.

They wait without a sound

For themselves to come to be.


Twisted in the leaves,

Draped over a sign,

They wait for the words

That will give them design.


Beneath a tree

Or reflected in a puddle

They’re waiting for someone

Them to un-muddle


People ignore,

Pass right on by

But they’re there all the same

For you to espy.


I’m on a poem walk,

Searching all about.

I’m looking for poems,

Every time I go out. 

Grey And Pink

A plain all now green
Makes a mockery of me.
Shoots and new leaves of grass
Little flowers newly yellow
They come over me,
In my white marble abode.
How dare they encroach on me here!
The sun, oh that’s fine,
but new greenness divine?
I’m here, can’t you see,
Mourn me! I’m here
And you’re there; I’m
Grey and you’re pink.
Please, please, stop beside me
And think!