My pennies
Always heads-up
Laid out so neatly
Some shinny and new
Passed thru the hands of few
Some used endless times
Still, no challenge
To their worth
Each a collection
I never planned to keep
But now
We’ve become each other’s history
Just pennies in hand
This is where I leave you
Because you won’t go back
And you don’t want to go forward
And I can’t stay here
You have always been honest
and I’ve caught you in lies
or exaggerations
or something that was meant to ease me
but tore at my skin from inside
And a deep breath
an exhale of relief
This is where I leave you
Shall I write a poem
Something cold and dark as my soul
A metaphor
To my love of the sea and moon
Or just another poem
Of you and your stupid
No, I’ve strayed off topic
A poem, to write
Nature,
My sweet, sweet nature
Inspire the gods
Muse for my pen
A playful taunt
From a well thought out prompt
It’s all I need
To plant my poetry seed
So many directions
So many worlds to explore
Just a word, or ten to start along
Anticipation grabs
Stop…I remember
Now that must all wait
For I’ve finished my lunch break
The words you release
dance across plains
mountains and lakes
picking up speed and energy
reaching me with enthusiasm
the words fill my toes with excitement
traveling up buildings exuberance
hope and power
releasing in anticipation
Let lengths of time
Lead us in words of wisdom
Sharing glimpses in hollow mirrors
masked as script
tied to windows into the soul
Paper Moments & Broken Lines 