Peaceful ThoughtWhere do my lost poems go?
The good ones people tell me about
or those hours of literary moments
I stash away in a dresser drawer
“Oh damn, what’s the use?”
They might go to a poem heaven
where pieces of creativity
float above the clouds
to wink at the moon
and nip an angel wing or two
before they dive into Little Bear’s
swirl into a colossal hot pot
Or perhaps a white dove will snatch
my poems and deliver them to the feet
of some earthly Great Guru Bear
along with a star
plucked from the Milky Way.
Poems echo the creator…
can’t you see?
they should go back from where
don’t you agree?