Rooms (a poem)

Rooms

Written February 22nd, 2012

Music drifts down the halls

Piano crescendos and saxophone solos

Electric guitar screams and soft flute dreams

All spinning down the corridors

Inviting passerby to dance

One can listen in the lounge

A bright cozy room with plush rugs

Vivid expressionist paintings line the walls

By the soft warm hearth she can socialize

Or dance to the tunes drifting in from the halls

Wolf Moon (a poem)

Wolf Moon

Written June 28th, 2011

Your children stay up late

Beneath the covers; wide-eyed they shiver and quake

Envisioning the stories told

Horrors about me; folklore of old

The full moon flies in the night sky

If they're just myths, why do you lock your door, why?

There's a drawer where you keep silver and holy water

Afraid I'll come snatch your son? Your daughter?

Big Brother (a poem)

Big Brother

Written March 23rd, 2011

I grew up an only child
Among adults, coinciding in their world
I followed their example
Reading and writing preferred over play
I liked to learn new vocabulary
Instead of playing with dolls all day

I often wished on lonely days
Hanging upside-down off the couch
To amuse myself
With only T.V. for company
That I had a brother.
Perhaps a little one would be nice
To look after like the adults looked after me
But a big one would also suffice
He would play with me and protect me