short legs
patched jeans
kicking leaves
piled to my knees

remembering color
living in sea salt pines
leaves little to imagine
of autumn rhymes

sweetgum sourwood birch
sycamore and dogwood
apple leaves beneath the plum tree
ash hickory maple and oak
mountains afire in Tennessee

eyes closed
smell of smoke-
kicking leaves
to the wind.

r ~ 9/16/14

i apparently  love
peoplewithissues
do you  have any
baggage  oh  god
please come here
tomesoi can hold
all of it  f o r  you
andprobablykeep
it   even    a f t e r
you're    g   o  n  e

He cast a long sad look along the horizon
And gazed down on the planet’s Armageddon
For man was battling on to it’s destruction
Destroying all that fell in their path.

Placing man on the Earth had been troublesome
But the intellect of man had given Him hope
They could work out the problems that beset them
Yet all the killing and shooting and bombing had to stop.

He’d placed races of different hue and differing creed
Putting them in all manner of places far and wide
But man’s warlike nature seemed reason enough
For them to find their excuses for genocide.

What was it with the ****-sapien class of mammal
That had them at each other’s oft exposed throats
It was not the result of something that He had create
But a flaw that was in the essence of man.

©Joe Wilson – The long sad look…2014

"I am not going to be the person
I am expected to be anymore"

I heard this thought and was
kind of blown away
Making me question
all sorts of things
like....

Who do I expect me to be?
Who do others expect me to be?
Am I
   daughter
      wife
         lover
Do I even care?
What do these labels even mean?
Why can I not label me Friend?
Is there anything expected of
    an acquaintance?
I am trying on new labels
    Poet
       Writer
Whatever the label
   poet, daughter, wife; maybe even friend
These masks sit uncomfortably upon me
And
What of the unspoken and often unseen labels
     Broken
          Weird
              Crazy
Do these fit me any better? --
I don't think I have ever been
The person others expected,
Certainly not myself

How extraordinary!
"I am not going to be the person
I am expected to be anymore"