Amy Perry

Amy Perry Jan 2014

Mutter

Maybe someday I'll be
Someone I'm not
And please society,
And with that thought,
Disgustedly, I shudder.
I am beautiful the way I am,
I must continue to mutter.

I tend to write poems all at once.

Amy Perry Jan 2014

Fruit Bowl

A fruit bowl,
Adorned with colors,
Red, yellow, orange, green;
And shapes,
Round, oblong, curved, curvy;
And sizes,
Large, medium, small, smaller,
Create a beautiful image,
With their contrasting differences.
Inspire an artist to experiment
Colors, shapes, sizes,
And inspires the poet
To see communion and beauty
Between those that may be different.

Write what you see.

Amy Perry Jan 2014

Song Bird

If the song birds sang
At night, if they rang
When the stars show their light,
Instead of sunlight,
If they sang at this, the hour of noon,
Or if they sang to the piercing moon,
Would it be the same?
Would birds have a new fame,
Like the owl, their calls eerie?
Instead of the chirps we know, cheery?
Would I feel this at ease
And attuned to peace,
Listening to their music,
Or would their majesty lose it?

Writing at the park

Amy Perry Jan 2014

Roam Alone

Maybe someday you'll leave my side
To live your life as you decide.
And maybe someday, I'll agree
To roam alone where my heart feels free.

Amy Perry Jan 2014

Airport

There are people of all sorts
At the airport.
How many of them cry
Telling loved ones goodbye?
How many are delighted
To be reunited?
How many miss their home
As they travel down this road?
How many are surprised
To see their guest with their eyes?
How many count the hours,
Until their feelings turn sour?
How many fear the soar,
Listening to the engine roar?
All this energy collects,
Where will it go next?
The people fly all over the world
Bringing with them this energy swirl.

Amy Perry Jan 2014

Paper Cup

She drew a cherry blossom
On my cup with a marker,
Right by my name.
And for a moment I smiled,
A gummy, bright-eyed smile.
In a place so dreary,
It felt so lovely
To see my name written
Beside a happy drawing
To make me smile
Every time I feel a bother
For asking a nurse for water,
In this penitentiary
Called a ward.
I carry this paper cup with me.

Ahh, psych ward memories.

Amy Perry Jan 2014

Different Worlds

Here we are,
You're in my world.
You're far away from home.
You look towards the place
You once roamed longingly,
While I sing songs of harmony
Among lilies that sway in the breeze,
A life of ease for me, when you
See no beauty in the sunshine
That streams down on my laughing face.
I exclaim how I love this place,
Friends come to join in my clamor,
As you quietly stammer,
"Take me home."