I'm in a wierd poet kinda mood.

[Guest]

I've never posted any of my poetry here. I don't know if I will again. But today a special friendship hit a very special place in me, and I was compelled to write this.

Right now
By Carolyn Wicker
Wednesday, March 27, 2002
Dedicated to my good friend that inspired this poem,
Connie Worthington.....
worthit you are (and always have been)

To look at where I am.
To truly understand.
It's not what's in the mirror.
nor the clothes so I can figure.

Today a friend of old.
through avenues of bold.
sent messages of flourish
though today I do not nourish.

Sometimes I look at me.
Disapointment's what I see.
'Tis true friends of that caliber
remind me what is malible

 

[JUDO]

Some weird kinda...

MW -

Glad you chose to go there. It's that same little weird poet that we all give in to each time we write (some more often than others).

Some odd rhyming, MW, but we all have to start somewhere.

Now that you have your paws wet, come on in! The water's fine.


- Judo