Poets' Weekly Poem Feature
Progress
by
POET
a.k.a.
T.W. Crawford
If you might indulge my intuitive approaches to sensitive regions
allow my visions to give doubters credence
to hope, faith and the power of each season
no reasoning for inflicting pain
tossed for a loss in these nomad journeys
frustration and lust drive folks insane
history finds man weary from the horsemen of Canterbury
back to Bobby Mcferrin's "No Worries"
Yet, hope grants some strawberries and plums
nectars kissed by the sun
children and baby teeth
athletes; fleet of feet
Throughout life stands hope
lining the earth as nickels from curb pitchers
nature sometimes smiles for the camera
as society takes pictures
warming hearts like fireplaces in homes,
or often missed students phoning home
Vamped to the gloomy gallows that straddle our cities
cities ebony as Nefertiti
urban-elegance as creative graffiti
clouded on notebooks, funky as
R&B songs with rap hooks
and as I shook my head; turned and lightly
brushed your shoulder
I exhaled all frailties that dwelled between
man and woman,
testosterone and estrogen made amends
I deeply inhaled solitaire thoughts
freely escaping within your skin
I patiently muddle through life's ironic winds
knowing bad weather must descend
and hope will deliver my dreams
allowing me to replay love all over again.