Sweetly I Mellowed    Around  four years ago   This writing began    Words tumbling out   With no specific plan    Emotions spilling forth    Teardrops to flow   At times analyzing   Which parts to show   At first pen to paper   Then onto a screen   Examined by detail   Are parts of me seen    With a fluency to flow   Emotions exposing    Sometimes  unable   I hesitate supposing    Attempting and trying   With heart into text   I’m nothing unique   Pondering what next   Another poetry page   Old ones yellowed   Wisdom with aging   Sweetly I mellowed      Hope © 2002

The Paper Was Plain    We write what we view   Although paper is plain    The palettes are worldly    Our emotions the same   The length and breadth    The vastness of oceans   We can all see the blue   When flowing emotions    Having this plain paper   It always gives reasons    Kaleidescope viewing   The colours of seasons    Commencing each day   With emotion one feels   Heart and soul moving    We are constant wheels   With this pen as escort    I’m given no rehearsal    A heart viewing insight    Will become universal    The all weather poetry    Journeys lifes highway    I have no magic touch   Heart writes each day        Hope © 2002