Poetry by Pam

Generous pounds of food a medley of good confirmation of the benefactor or the savvy shopper deals kindly with wallets amassed in the closets so it may seem like a collector's dream daunting sacrifices for givers soon will be delivered to the soup kitchen all will inch in and helped to plentifuls hope for ambitious souls merited by Christmas Seasons

Sweetness drawn from the strength of a lion Suggestive and playful with a twinkle in his eye selected card that was the queen or just plain luck of the draw potential energy transferred to kinetic privacy overpowered by sheer will like the sunshine censored by the overcast sky only trained eyes revealed their secrets Helpless beauty trapped in the unknown while the mind strains to contain the logic that oversteps its bounds or accept that this is just the way things are

The sun arose to greet the sky with a kiss Then held hands so the birds could see to travel The birds sang to awaken the grass The grass arose to a warm fresh shower of dew The dirt prepared for a long leisurely drink The worms crawled to jump on top of the bed The dirt received a therapeutic massage The grass inched up a little higher The birds ate a satisfying breakfast The sky and the sun hugged up together and smiled brilliantly as they finished the day

Opposed to the majority, an outsider, a rebel seeking to take advantage of the indifferent Punishing the uncompromising, withholding optimism celebrating the guilty, convicting the innocent Ignoring the journey stifling fresh approach constricting eternity into a well behaved box Applying limits learned from youth never allowing entrance into the door that locked Eyes that hold like a piercing, accusing finger focused on dark, dreary nights alone A mouth down twisting and angry ready to ignite the echoes of a fiery tone Refusal to change until all that is left is an abundance of sand in a hot, dry, desert ending in an unfinished symphony of bittersweet regrets that never obtained an audience