a poem i wrote for writing class...

[bearie_pie]

i dont like it much
but it was fun to write
its supposed to be a list poem, whatever the hell that is!

Eyes Always Thinking

Sunday morning

Rises

starting the day

Light through the windows

foggy array

Small bundle

Curled on the couch

eyes always thinking

Watching the house

Inside blankets

and warm sturdy walls

Watching snow

Watching

It

Fall

Forest of comfort

Brown

Green

and Earthy

Blend with

Forest of trees

Cold

Towering

and Leafy

Natural for me (breathing shape

under mountains of wool)

Serene smell-- Dust

and Cracked Books

my Mind says

‘farewell’

to Cares

silent or not

my Head’s well alive

running and

chugging

and producing White Lies

what am I doing?

Nothing, I say

Nothing at all

Memories Flood

my eyes start to

Close

hoping for sleep

Making up

Prose

Photographs stare

not daring at all

Sweet

Divine

like angels

My Companions

I am Well Alone

Surrounded by Love