Thoughts derive meaning
within implementation.
Some words, and their combinations,
make for a decree
that sets fire in place
of pages.
Wording(s) charm those
who've had enough
of stale breakfast
mornings, and morning again.
To claim ignorance
defies all wisdom
transfixed to those
stubbornly reliant on it.
Expressions of mind
can bend reality,
& time-shares,
equivalent to the sum
of their cherished avocations.
And all this,
to strive for another day
towards a life
built to suit.

My mother always envisioned me as the cheerleader
The pretty pink skirts and teased hair with a bow
She made me do little husky cheer every year until fourth grade
When I finally told her I couldn’t stand it
Instead, I grew into a poet
Writing about her but putting it in a way she wouldn’t know it
I wonder if she is mad at me for not exceeding her expectations
I wonder if she is mad at me for telling my story