Poem: #16

(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #16…)

numbers have magic
all on there own
each year marking
another open door
sixteen is special
no longer a child
no longer so young
still lacking wisdom
and looking for fun

slow down
there’s time
no need to rush
the truth is sixteen
is still near the start
there will be plenty of time
to start breaking your heart.

Poem: Ninny

(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #15…)

I stand alone
on this rocky path
that only I can see

I see things
none else in the world
have ever seen or dreamt

I hear voices
singing sweetly
all the unwritten songs

I share words
hiding arcane wisdom
that can never be understood

you mock me
call me simple fool
but you are so very wrong

I am not simple
and never will be
no matter how you cut me.