"no thankyou"
keep the change for your consumerism lifestyle
it's not really my style

Reading this
    can see h w distra ght I am
I'm missing  ut letters.
N t j st an  letters th  gh.
Three little letters that remind me  f    .
I find it hard t  talk ab  t    .
Even t  be in the same r  m.
I av id it all.
I'll even av id writing the w rd 'av id'.
Ir nical.
H sterical.
C mical.
All w rds with a part  f     in them.
Wh  am I kidding?
I can't pretend.
It's all that's in m  head.
You.

outside,
nature has pulled out
a dress they haven't worn in a year,
tucked in the back behind coats of frost and snow

this dress
is long and flowing
like a river finally thawed
that happily gurgles freedom over the rocks

this dress
is dotted and floral
like meadows spread with wildflowers
that are abundant with bees humming working tunes

this dress
is mottled and colorful
like the cotton candy clouds
painted by a sun that goes to bed later each day

this dress
is sprightly and vivid
like the people milling about
grateful for nature's anticipated change of style

One


I’m just a poet in need; just another man.
Another one who wants to be;
Just another love wannabe.


We are united by words;
We have a need to let our soul’s speak
And as they do the two of us make a connection.
I am bound to be here for you and you are bound to me.


So keep on writing your love letters to Dear John’s;
I’m going to bury my head beneath the sand
And build myself a castle for a home.
So understated, this place that I live.
Some would say that it is just like all the others,
But I personally think it shows how I would like things to be
And it has a style of its own that makes it look like no other.


So let me tell you, if I may,
Because I know too soon I will be taken
And I won’t have the chance to speak these words to you,
If I am gone and my heart is left behind, broken.


I only wanted to be loved;
I guess it’s just a search in which we all partake.
The most addictive drug is love
And if I had it, I would be able to survive the loss.
I am so lost alone without a lover,
Because this journey seems so sad and so hard to take.
So hard to face,
So tough to take;
Too hard to find the one.


But one is all I ever wanted to find.
I don’t need many, just a single.
I am running out of chances at love, to take,
So won’t you come and save me tonight?  
I am so tired of falling and failing
And I have no desire to go and mingle.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

I like your style

oh
what is that?
honestly I don't know

it seems to be all over the place

silly
sappy

sad or happy

brash
straightforward

describing
lovely
or ugly

rhyming or not

loose or tight

flowing or rigid

though I describe things
I can't describe it

can't define it

style is so amorphous

I see others'
and think

"I like your style
but don't ask me to define it."