Thursday, December 16, 2010

Poem #90

Swimming through the ocean,
flying through the sky,
walking through the wilderness,
though I don't know why.

Trying to be braver,
still ending up as shy,
much too confrontational…
still your favorite guy?

This was an exercise in rhyme more than anything else.

And the "confrontational" comment stems from a conversation about how my darling wife realized that sometimes I have conversations during which I seem inappropriately argumentative/confrontational/adversarial, though I don't necessarily mean to be.

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