Mar 2016
Am I the moon
so soft, so understanding
or the sun
desperate to be seen?
Night's gone too soon
her memory never ending
sharpened gun
with head wounds unclean.
The old platoon
war like ****** petting
pretending nun
a commander's dean ...
who lights her room
with heat in no way lending
want to run
this new light is mean.
There is no moon
lost without understanding
her song is done
it's pages unseen.
Kerry Ann Herrmann
so soft, so understanding
or the sun
desperate to be seen?
Night's gone too soon
her memory never ending
sharpened gun
with head wounds unclean.
The old platoon
war like ****** petting
pretending nun
a commander's dean ...
who lights her room
with heat in no way lending
want to run
this new light is mean.
There is no moon
lost without understanding
her song is done
it's pages unseen.
Kerry Ann Herrmann
I'm not much of a poet. I did not take any creative writing classes and do not know any "rules" for poetry writing. I write what I feel when I feel it. I hope I can write something that has meaning beyond the confines of my life.
