PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

My poems flutter

across freeways and back streets,

flying this way and that,

inspiring

motorists and pedestrians alike;

leaflets of a lost soul

looking for a home.

Many call the number

conveniently

inscribed on each poem,

but all they hear on

the other end is

a mournful howling,

a desperate scream

for love, art, life,

the child in all of us.

Pick up a rumpled, dirty page

lying on the side of the road,

remember the message

if not the poet,

it may just be you;

a child screaming,

alone in the dark.