Is It True? Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

A swaying motion is making me dizzy
Stirred by a sudden current of emotion…
swirling relentlessly around my ankles
As rumors fill the air with a commotion

Suppose it is true, how does it affect you
I listen with the hope the gossip will ease
After all it is supposition and here say
A pool of 'what do you think? ' is at my knees

Can there be any doubt… after all
it is conclusive… one plus one make two
Wishing to exit the inquisition…. I dive into
the waves of… this conversation is through

3/11/2012