Poem #19 of National Poetry Month

Ok, I know my poems can lean heavily towards preachy sometimes, but tonight is really more than I want. Reminds me of the poetry I used to write all the time in high school and college. It is all because one of my Facebook friends posted one of those “answer these questions about yourself and then post for everyone to see…” type things and I did answer her questions and I couldn’t post it. Probably, because this is how I sometimes feel about those things. Innocent, I know and fun to read, and I really love that friend a lot,  but…

Turning the Color Wheel

A matter of style

In speaking or taste

Seems like such a waste of time initially

There is so much more

Than what you see in store

I feel like such a bore

When answering what I like

What color is my bike?

Do I like to fish or hike?

Even if you go more circumspect

I suspect I tailor my answers for whom

I want to listen or hope to see them

What would I rather say?

I would rather sway the hearts of those I meet

To be a much better person than me

I would want them to have more

Time, education, and wisdom

Not things or trivial fiefdoms

I would want them to find what’s common

With the common man next door

Or woman who halts them in the street

That they would stop and greet

Not looking at her defeat

But finding that moment of glory

In hearing her story

I want to be that person too

To give away my shoes

Even though it is cold and wet outside

And I have no other covering for my feet

I would go out barefoot

Despite the rain or snow

Aglow, in that my feet would get warm again soon

I have a home to run inside

And I have food to make elaborate meals

It’s a good deal and I know it

I don’t have much in Western standards

And am rich by the East

I have enough to have a style

Real style that neither defines me

Or that I deny, but I will try

To be more than a color pallet wheel

A whole person who is vibrant and can feel