Waiting While Poetry Lurks

Spontaneity reveals nature,

The guide man lets us know.

A figure is born in one stroke,

That’s what painting shows.

I, with my personal traits, 

Look challenge right in the eye.

"Tell us what is right and wrong,"

The song goes, "you won't have to die".

I speak many words with less thought,

Some words fake ones; some are real. 

Here is where I write one more poem,

To tell you precisely how I feel.

Peace is right and war is wrong,

I think love is better than death.

If summer were here all year long,

I would worry not about my breath.

Summers come and summers go,

And I find beauty is but a dream.

Paintings may be all that is left,

And they are covered with steam.

Who is right is better than who is wrong,

Some say they change with every scene,

With money, everything is possible,

I believe that's the American Dream.

So, I put on my clothes every day,

We all go that way to work.

Then I take them off to go to bed,

As I wait while poetry lurks.

© Dennis Wright, 2018

"American Dreams Come True,"
photo of Spc. Nikolaus Stiles taken by Sgt. Uriah Walker,
from Wikimedia Commons