Shelter, April Poetry Month

At times, I find poems I’ve written and hardly believe what I read. At other times, I am surprised at their mere existence. Obviously, writing is important and must be done any time, anywhere. It doesn’t matter that I have little time or my mind is cluttered with other stuff. Poetry (art, in general, or creativity, if you wish) has its way to ooze through and stay. It’s such a thrill to read my old stuff, nearly as if I am looking at old photo albums to day I have forgotten.

April Poem-A-Day 09 – Shelter

shelter fantasy

Image by staje at DeviantArt

 

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Hide!
That is safer
than sitting in the open
demonstrating bleeding cheeks
under tearful eyes
and smiles
forever merry
smiles.

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