I'm tired of reading
Crap
disguised as poetry.
Throwing in a few
line breaks and
Extra
Capitals
makes whining
pointless shit
no more poetry
than a promise
and drunken attraction
makes one night
love.

My real site

For those who want more:

http://www.sherrydeanne.com/

The crow beckoned

announcing the oncoming storm.
I left the safety of barn
and fenced field, struck
out on well-worn paths
through unfamiliar forest.
Leaves turned, waited
for the onslaught which did
not come.
The air lifted, clouds parted
and still I walked on--
stumbled upon an old gypsy
wagon, half buried, missing
a wheel.
The waning moon will be
no help.

Windmill **revised**

Sometimes I forget
you’re too good
to me and for me.
Then your subtle breeze
turns east
gathers strength
comes from the artic
blasting through
the facade of every day
I have hastily erected.
Yet again, I am
blown away by you.

Tomorrow I will begin
to rebuild --
today’s promise
yet another smooth stone
of my foundation.

My mortar weeps
But this I know:
I will continue to spin
as long as this storm blows.


Original:
You're too good to me,

and for me,
but sometimes I forget
for awhile.
Then your subtle breeze
turns north, gathers strength
and from the arctic you come.
You blast through
the facade of everyday
I have hastily erected
and I am yet again
blown away
by you.


Tomorrow, I will
lay another stone.


I have learned nothing but this;
it is all there is to know:
this storm will not blow through.