Saturday, April 11, 2009

To be an egg

To be or not to be an egg
that is the question.
To be taken away and carted
to end up scrambled or fried.
Or hard boiled and colored
for an Easter surprise.

To be or not to be an egg
O! which one came first?
To be fertilized, then disorganized
to end up in a carton with
unfertilized eggs
and cracked open for a meal
O! what a horrid surprise!

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Full moon

The moon is full tonight
and I want to write it!
But my muse has gone
and run away with all
the showers of April.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

April is....

National Poetry month!
Do you know where your pen
and paper are?

Fantasy's Trail

Heavy grow my lids
as I absorb this adventure.
Silhouetted tall-framed figure
appears in my daytime dream.
Backtrack to leaves of green
on a humid summer night.
You sing to me a serenade
beneath the bright moon light.
Every night we walk this trail.
We walk and talk of how we'll be
in years to come, forever young
within our hearts and poetry.

© Vivian