I've been asked to write a poem a week. I'm not particularly good at it, but I feel that some of them are worth publishing here. After all, the standards aren't exactly high here on blogger.

So here we go

The Burn

I look skyward

As black clouds coat the moon

I'm taken

To rainy days

Spent locked in the attic

Playing with retired toasters

and creased photos

fumbling through relics

Reveling in the safety their age brings

To days also spent in my matron's kitchen

Staring into a bowl

 Of chicken noodle soup

Listening as she makes plans for my life,

Or maybe hers

My safety net gone

I drop the matchbox

The gasoline 

It wasn't really intended to be so damn depressing. It just kind of happened. If anyone reads it, tell me what you think!

One last thing. Here is what has me laughing today:

 It really is a much bigger deal for people than I anticipated.