Comments about Lora Colon
A Welcome For My Guests
My head is like a grand hotel,
The guests arrive, one by one,
Some with great accomplishments,
Others are allowed just for fun
They come with gifts of poetry,
Some regale me with their song;
They're all gifted and interesting,
To evict them would just be wrong
I graciously accept their gifts,
In return, I give them a home;
And every now and then I embark
On the writing of another poem
If not for them, where would I be?
There'd be no reason or rhyme;
There'd be no music within these walls,
Ideas, just drifting through ...
I can't get away from the loneliness,
It hangs over me like a cloud,
It follows me like a stray, hungry dog,
It waits for me in the crowd.
It used to pant and claw at my door,
I resisted, but I knew it would win,
It found the key hidden under the mat
And now it just lets itself in.