how to write a poem

when i write a poem i tip my head over and pour my thoughts onto the page

as they fall i blow on the words to make sure they land in the right order

but sometimes something unexpected happens

and instead of accepting the words i give it my poem pulls thoughts out of my mind

its hands come off the paper and reach into my brain

my poem creates a life for itself

it grabs me by the hand and pulls me headfirst into an adventure

my pencil dances across the page like the poems sidekick

and i am reduced to a mere observer

a stowaway

im that little kid that you told to stay at home

but i hid inside your pencil's lead compartment and came along anyway

and you want to send me home but youve come so far already and you cant just let me walk back alone

so you let me take credit for everything

the whole adventure

because who on earth would believe that a poem wrote itself

Because Angels Are In White…

The poem is on Doctors who were heroes to us in the time of Covid-19

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.