for roses

My mother has a way with words

spoken softly

matter-of-fact -ly

as if her lyrics are well known

rather than thoughts

and ideas

She sets them up across a page

like a dance

_______________each

__________put

____________________in its

_____place

to show

the story she’s trying to tell

My sister poems

come out like songs

With colors as emotions

Each thought and meaning

_____1_____

__________2__________

_______________3___________________

things to

______5______

____________6____________

_________________7_________________

people

_____“why must I be

__________so black and blue”

like a negativity to

stretch ability

all in search of stability

in a ___ blue_____ green_____ aquamarine

swirling world

of chaos

I didn’t inherit their way with words

From poet to poet

__I don’t know if

I’m a poet.

___or simply a journal -ist

whose words sometimes __________ fit

I admire your skill

Much like that homeboy

_____(That phone boy)

who sketches his poetry into art

_____his guns are pencils

_____ his bullets paint

his dreams and prayers covered those walls

__________where I sat.

Ironically

You remind me of him…

I’m not looking for love

But I do appeal for this

A single application

____for a friend

If you don’t apply

nothing lost, nothing gained

But the thought

That is all.

That beneath the millions stars

there are two that understand

the friendship

written between the lines

__________of text