Poetry

I love to read poetry,
Not just for the romance of it,
But for the hope that within those words,
That are perfectly strung together,
I might find apart of myself...
That I have been longing to confirm,
That little something inside myself ,
That I had forgotten about,
But always new was still there.


Here is an excerpt of a poem from one of my favorite poets... Nikki Giovanni, entitled
"Cotton Candy On A Rainy Day"

Don't look now
I'm fading away
Into the gray of my mornings
Or the blues of every night ....

It seems no matter how
I try I become more difficult
to hold
I am not an easy woman
to want
They have asked
the psychiatrists . . . psychologists . . . politicians and social workers
What this decade will be
known for
There is no doubt . . . it is
loneliness .....

If loneliness was a grape
The wine would be vintage
If it were a wood
The furniture would be mahogany
But since it is life it is
Cotton Candy
on a rainy day
The soft sweet essence
of possibility
Never quite maturing........