How do I read negative in?/
Such heartfelt gloom?/
I hear scolding again:/
“U heard it wrong! Go to yer room!”/
So, confident,/
I repent/
and flaunt/
I’m what U want!

I think about you/
arguably all day. Do/
you still think of me?

We don’t take/
time to call,/
email, write a note, small/
things that would make/
a huge difference./
In our defense/
we claim/
we have no time./
Are we insane?

We make time to shout/
at our walls, but won’t take time/
to break through to you.

Original alternative
We make time to shout/
out to air, but wont take time/
to connect to one.
———-
At 11:20 a.m., after seeing a friend posting their Facebook “Wall”, I wrote this (and posted it on my Facebook Wall)

Friends say
“I don’t have time to write today,
Or call
at all.”
Yet I see them writing
on their wall
and it’s frightening
to see
how we’re forgetting
our “personal we”.

We see it. Feel it. But,/
like frost, miracles can melt/
If we’re too busy.

First (original) alternative
We saw and felt it./
Like frost, our miracle melts./
We are too busy.

Second alternative
We see it. Feel it. But,/
like frost, miracles can melt./
Are we too busy?

I guess that it’s true./
There is no time for our growth/
if we dont make time.

No matter how deep/
like the sea I want to know/
you, waves don’t return.

If Michael Buble/
wore a toupée,/
would you still at his songs sigh?/
Would they still make your soul fly?/
You make me feel the same way.

I think my poetry rocks!/
But is it filling up your inbox?/
Or is it just funny/
that you get so many?

Sitting on yer deck,/
what’s nice is:/
I can replace/
1 of yer vices./
With 1 hand holding wine,/
the other holding mine,/
there’s no reason/
4 tobacco 2b pleasin’.