I am fortunate to know two talented young poets, and they have agreed to let me share a poem each on my blog. Both are very expressive. I hope you enjoy them. Nature photos courtesy of my sister in New Hampshire.
The first poem is by a young lady who just graduated from high school
I am a Constant Ballet
By B.M.S.
I am a constant ballet.
People come, people watch.
The music enchants them,
Engulfing their minds in wonder.
Colors swirl in a blur of magnificence
They can’t understand.
Sitting on the cold, velvet seats,
They lose themselves in fantasy.
They are blinded by the mystic.
And they think that they love me.
Then they go home.
And they forget.
They can’t imagine
The pain, the blood, the tears,
Going on behind the curtains.
I am a constant ballet,
Only here to entertain.
Fall Leaves
My Stomach
By S.G.Y.
Alone.
Hungry.
Pounding footsteps.
My stomach rumbles.
I see the beauty.
The plump peach with velvet skin.
The strawberry with its green hat.
The bouncy blueberries.
The white gloss of ice cream.
My stomach growls.
The thunk of the knife.
The soundless peeler.
The scrape of a spoon.
The peach cries orange tears.
The strawberry bleeds its bright red stain.
The blueberries tumble bitterly.
The ice cream sighs a cold kiss.
I press the button.
I hear the screams.
I smell a fruit storm.
My stomach roars.
A relaxing summer drink.
A smoothie.
In the Woods
