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?
4/10/02010

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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