FORM FOLLOWS FUNCTION
Why me?
Just who are you
to plan my day for me;
to tell me when to come and go;
and even what to eat and when to throw
away the things I'd love to keep
as treasured memories ?
So, I ask you,
'Why me?'
You left
so abruptly
I hardly felt you gone.
I was so used to your presence
I've mistaken alien sounds for you
Even when I know you're not here
I feel your loving touch
seek the cold hand
you left.
For what
do I awake
each day to face the next?
What is my reason for rising?
So I recall my yesterdays for this.
Just what was so important then
to bring me out of bed
to plan this day...
For what?
I love
to write poems
about most any thing
that strikes my poetic fancy.
In spite of rhyme or reasoned sanity
I play with tempting words each day
and fit them into form
that suits the thoughts
I love.
By
© 2003
cmlegault
(All rights reserved)
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