Words

WORDS

 
So many words just floating around,
like spectres on the prowl.
Pick a handful and see what's there,
Slowly open the fingers son none will escape.
The one that gets away may be the one you want.

Make sentences out of the floating words:
paragraphs, essays, and books. The
choices are unlimited: the words are free.
If there is one you do not want--
turn it loose.
It may be the one I need.

 

By: Mary Jo Holder 

Now It Doesn't Matter

 

 

Now It Doesn't Matter

                                    

An orb of iridescent light

striding off into the dark of night
Glances down at the spots on the

ebony cloak it has donned tonight.    

Some specks of cosmic dust is all,
so small as not to matter.
No time to pause and flick them off,

It will have to wait til later.

Each insignificant little speck,
in it's own elliptical path, felt
smug in thinking it the leader.

The atmosphere around their world

neglected for so long
was to be their biggest downfall

The cloak is shook, the specks are gone.
Now it doesn't matter.

 

By: Mary Jo Holder