"goodnes" poems
*In the beginning
Goodness was enough.*
That timid boy
Called your home phone
Answering to a gruff father
Demanding to know
**What
When
Why
How
Who**
Would be calling for his daughter.
An Adam's apple bobbing up and down,
Like a buoy on the shoreline,
Searching for his own name.
*A sea of thought
For a simple question.*
*In the beginning
Goodnes was enough.*
The timid boy
Inches next to her
Scooting closer
Scratching against the wooden grain
Of the mossy park bench.
A half moon dawned on his face
As she tenderly intertwined her hand
With his.
*In the beginning
Goodnes was enough.*
Hands spun around,
At lightning speed.
Asking for something more.
Her mind whirled
With the greyness of confusion.
She would do anything to keep him.
*A sea of thought
For a simple question.*
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC