Sometimes I just close my eyes and pick a word right out
of the dictionary, like “Ordinary”, and start writing away.
Sometimes I see an old episode of “Gunsmoke
and I cry because Miss Kitty is dead.
Sometimes I see a beautiful sunset, a sparkling river,
an empty house, a stunning woman, an old episode of
“Grizzly Adams”, cause I really like those big guys.
Sometimes I think of God, or evil, or why we have both, or
a cigarette, or snow, or 911, or clouds, or cats, or dogs, or
the future, or the fair, or time, or where it all goes, or
my mother or my father or why they never loved me, or just a
beautiful day and how lucky I am to see it.
But mostly, my inspiration comes from you.
You are my lover and my friend, my beginning and my end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I will be joining Micheal Shepard in trying to change this rating system. It is being abused and is not helping to further poetry in any way. Plus everyone online when this occurs becomes a suspect. This kind of behavior is not welcomed and those responsible should be banned.