What?
A pen can sing?
A brush see?
A sculpture dance?
A violin weep?
A drum talk?
A forest roar?
A wind whisper?
A ripple laugh?
A moon wink?
A sun blink?
A sky cry?
Of course, says the poet.
Pain Vs. Love
Pain Vs. Love One AM It comes and it goes With every breath Back pain Loving wife, awakened, tries... Pain meds Cold pack Hot pack Pillow under knees Her not-so-patient patient grumbles and groans He can’t get comfortable Pain persists Ambulance considered Pain with every, even shallow, breath Exhausted he sleeps Then, miraculously, the pain eases He pulls himself out of bed He walks to his recliner Pain still there but somewhat abated Doctor appointment made Love beats pain
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