I gaze upon a piece of
Ever-changing scenic art
Hung upon my wall.
My neighbor's beautiful yard -
Wooden fence, tall trees, koi pond -
Divided into perfect squares,
Yet combined into a mosaic
For my admiration.

The Poet's battle:
Making her poetic thoughts
Poetic writings.

Life is a game of perspectives,
Valleys and mountaintops.
Choose to set your feet
Upon the mountaintop.

The old man selling
Sheets in the Outlets'
Visitor's Center
Pounds a Monster
Energy drink.

I close my eyes among the trees,
Hoping that the forest will tell me what
I want to hear.
Inside me is a cesspool of anger 
And wanting-to-stay-this-way.
But the forest is alive with
Joy and jubilation, life and happiness.
I breathe in her song 
And join in the refrain.

Acquainted with the forest,
Dirt between my toes,
Earth exhales a whisper,
I am finally close
Enough to listen.