Maybe I can

Long ago, a college professor pronounced my poetry to be non poetic. Maybe. But just as likely I write poetry.

You see, my love of children's books instilled within me a strong affinity for rhyme and in her opinion, "Poetry doesn't rhyme." Maybe. But just as likely it does.

My preference for rhyme doesn't mean I'm doomed to write in it. I can happily follow the rhythm of a limerick and haiku. Here are a few recent musings.

Leak

snow drips from dark skies

wrapping Earth in a blanket

of white crystals

tiny flakes reveal

we patched the wrong hole — or else

there is another

In the balance

chant a dirge

as freedom's weighed,

thumb heavy on the scale

Possibility

palms open, face up,

reticent yet willing to

receive the unknown

Truth be told, you and I will likely never be a pulitzer prize poet, and that's okay.

The joy is in the writing.