Gray Sky Rhyme Scheme

Wilted by the summer heat

Across the fields the lighten beat

Massive growing clouds they meet

So jump and run with your tiny feet.

Don’t let the roll of thunder greet

You at the gate, where father eats?

A Poem (Ars Poetica)

A name, a word, or maybe two

A noun, verb, and adjective too

A poem is a meaning to you

Through Thine's Heart

Her gaze was of a penetrating sort. They always were like that. She saw through everything and knew the tiniest bit of detail as anyone I ever knew. Her eyes were like a hawk. They followed you and you just knew they were there. When I was a kid my friends use to joke that she was a ninja of a sort. When I got into trouble she knew. When I bullied my neighbors’ dog into the street while traffic was at full force killing the poor thing, she knew. When my teachers would yell at me for not doing something like I was told, she knew.

My mom was the assortment of different kinds of things. I bet your mom is too. After all mothers’ can see through thine’s heart.

And If

And if he only waits in my heart his heart would be free

To glide in the endless void that is me

And if he only waits for me at the door we call home

Then he would know love can truly be.