FOUR MINUTE POETRY

Can You?  
Dinner at a Friends
Elegy
Jealous Heir
The Meeting
The Music
On Your Mark
Oz
Promises
Remember, Chris?
Removed
The School Library
Sideshow
So Different It Hurts
When God Calls
Your Love


WRITINGS

Your Love   (Polaris; traffic cone; annihilate; fork)

Your love is the Polaris by which I guide myself
The magnetic pole to which only I am aligned.
You are the rest stop in the highway of life-
And the traffic cone, preventing my heart from driving off the cliff
My feelings for you annihilate any past love for any others
And you are the center of my soul
The fork which brings to my lips sweet nourishment
And the disposal which I can get rid of all the bad things.
You lead me to the next exit,
Pushing me farther than I would have dared to go.
Your confidence is the booster seat that allows me to eat at the table of the Gods.
Your love is pure, and in so, makes me pure, too.