I have really no idea to
sing a song but to draw a
graph of poetry, just for you...
In the morning and the night
When there is fit and tight
Between surface and the height
Of floral  color and bright

The light comes on
Then do they stay,
or are they gone
It is best you answer,
and, equivocate along
prolonging,
If they belong


© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

Life is not for me

to push or squeeze in

I wish to walk in gently

this would never hurt my skin

She said we could spend time together.
A me and her day.
When I asked about it,
she got angry with me.
"I never said that,"
she says.
When I remind her that she did, in fact, say that,
she rubs her head.
"I don't feel good,"
She explains.
The kids at school are wondering why I'm so loud.
Being loud gets me attention,
And I don't have much of that elsewhere.

I fell in love with you
it wasn't by design 
nothing much I could do
the stars were all aligned
your eyes smiled at my heart
my heart went to pursue it
then I tried to use my charm
and I almost blew it