Poem: Outside In

Outside In

Midpoints are reflective moments
Look back
Ponder
Successes intermingled with failures

Too many failures

Too many roads not taken
Too hurried
Too gun shy
Too perfecting
Too scared

How often lemonade turned to lemons
Yes, it can be done

Unyielding in violent self-immolation

Could haves
Should haves
Would haves

Didn’t

Sit with this latte
Write and look forward
There are curved roads ahead
Eyes cannot see what waits
And what has come before is done
And not a guarantee of what is next

Copyright SGW 2012

Poem: Cliche Poet Voice

Cliché Poet Voice

Step to the mic with a purpose

Unfolding their papers; commencing

Crowd sits attentive to listen

For all that the poet’s dispensing

But many are no more than just speakers

Pretending they’ve crafted a form

Reading an essay or sentences

It is mostly quite endlessly long

Poems, or “spoken word” missives

Lacking any stylistic device

The pretension of artistic creation

In its ease it must surely entice

What more are they doing than talking

Or reading, more descriptively true

Turning their pages and pages

And pages and pages, they do

At times they dispense with the paper (Wow!)

For they have memorized their mind-numbing tripe

So as they wave with their arms all a flutter

They're the dance of a sham archetype

But the piece de resistance – the vocals!

The cliché of the “poetry sound”

Voicing indignation or fervor

It is common and too commonly found

Copyright SGW 2011/2013

Poem: Rockies

Rockies

High over mountains forever to see
Their depth and their wonder are of timeless degree
God sure as sculptor that would shape them so vast
The landscape lies packed by the marvels He’d cast
How mighty their image, how impressive they stand
However they’re looked ‘pon, they are undeniably grand
Eons been weathered as lifetimes dissolve
Formed by duration of no finite resolve
Reminders endure that we are small in their midst
Here they will be when we have long ground to grist

Copyright SGW 2011