AND
PROUD OF IT!
Heidi Cordsen
[email protected]
More Poetry Stuff!
Haiku’s
A
way to relax
Expression
flowing freely
Music
is freedom
Piano keys moving
Melodic chords fill the
room
Beautiful they sound
Resounding music
Relaxes the weary soul
Calms the thoughtful mind
Circle Poems
Protesters
Signs
Drums
Rhythm
Broadway
Dancers
Celebrities
Style
Clothes
Fur
Sisters
Grow
Together
Apart
Contact
Reunite
Converse
Remember
Memories
Childhood
Nothing, Nothing At All
Nothing
but the shimmery wind,
If the beautiful
breeze is nothing…
Nothing,
and a tune mixed within,
This “nothing”
is starting to grow.
A blue-green
moth flies by,
The moth is a traveler
through nothing.
Someone’s heart
beat is heard,
Carried on the wings
of a bird.
The bird does not
carry nothingness!
The nothing
is cut by a song.
A song of nothing,
nothing but music.
Strings fly through
the air,
Over the yellow
gold grass.
The wind also carries
nothing,
If nothing
is a child’s kite,
If nothing
is occupied with flight.
Then nothing
is here. Nothing,
But nothing.
AND
PROUD OF IT!
Heidi Cordsen
[email protected]