–A Poem by Brooke Boddie
You created your own hell for yourself
You go there from time to time.
I plant my bare feet in the grass
Some times out of this world
Smelling good as hell for you
Like a peony.
Don’t go rushing anywhere fast
Stand right there, and enjoy this high
Who knows if you’ll get another shot?
Enjoy where you are right now.
I wanted to paint today,
but you got me writing poetry
Might have a hard time breathing without you.
Still the wind whispers your name in my ear
Suddenly, I’m seduced
Like a moth to a flame.
You are my little secret,
and “I am yours.”
Only you can interpret the messages
when everyone thinks I have provided all the answers.
Yet, you believe that “Even the alphabet has hidden agendas
when it can be read as clear as day.“
Always keeping your eyes peeled..
Something might shock you one day.
Shoulders broad from carrying all the weight,
That journey’s finished now.
Can you feel it?
It’s all around us.
Mere presence shakes the leaves in the spring.