Me

I like to write in the morning, when the day is fresh and new. I think it is easiest for me to right in the morning, my thought seem flow best then. I like to read (and write) poems about people. I like poems that use little things in nature as a metaphor. Besides reading poetry I like to play my ukulele and the piano.

Carpe Diem

Seize the day-Dead Poets Society is a movie about a group of boys who seize the day. The Dreamer, the Lover, and the Free Spirit. All of the boys seized the day in one way or another. They are inspired by poetry and the way it tells what you really mean. I really enjoyed this movie. However if you aren't big on metaphors you might not enjoy it. It definitely has a surprise ending.                              

Migrant Mother

We all are desperate.
We all are lost.
We all are losing hope.

We all are human,
struggling under the the upper hand.
But, who really has the upper hand?

Not me, not you, none of us truly do.
We all will be gone,
with nothing but a picture left.

The Lemon

Her small branches bend
I pluck a lemon from her,
sweet, sour, bittersweet

Poetry

Poetry is the words that can not be said.

They are just that, words,

nothing more, nothing less.

The words to the thoughts 

you do not know how to say.

Here there, everywhere,

poems float on the wind.

There's a poem in every story

a poem in every thought.

Poems hide in the nooks 

and crannies of our world.

The Little Flower

Their she sat on a mound of dirt surrounded by her friends.

Not far ahead a grove a trees grew and a meadow beyond it.

She had never see the meadow or the grove of trees,

but she dreamed of them, she wanted to meet the birds.

She looked up longingly at me as if asking me to take her there. 

I reached down and plucked her, she was tiny in my hand.

I walked over to the trees with the little fluff ball in my hand.

I held her up, so the wind would carry her far.

I made a wish and she flew, up, up and away.

She danced in the wind, letting it carry her away,

she was a tiny parachutist who didn't want to land. 

The little flower floated away, out beyond the trees,

out beyond the meadow, she flew far far away.

Being Henry David Book Review

I recently finished reading the book entitled Being Henry David. I really enjoyed it! The book begins in a subway station in New York City. A boy wakes up with no memory of who he is or why he is in New York. He only has $10 and a copy of Henry David Thoreau's book Walden. Having no clue who he is, he takes on the name Henry David. The story progresses as Henry tries to find out who he is and how he got amnesia. I highly recommend this book. It is a very good read, but you have to pay close attention to all the details.