As it Should Be

As it Should Be

The room is quite ordinary.
Plain, in fact.
Impersonal perhaps.
The dollhouse is in the corner.
As it should be.
The bed has paisley print bedding.
From Laura Ashley.
As it should be.
It’s a cold fall day, but
the heater is on to warm all of this room.
And bring it to its cozy glow.
As it should be.
Everything is as it should be.
Or atleast it should be.
But it is not, at this moment.
The little girl in this room,
She is fidgeting. She is expectant.
She knows what the verdict will be,
But can’t quite believe it to be true.
It will come in, things will change, and then
Life will go on.
As it should.
But she is not as she should be.

Short and Sweet Poems

He spoke of religion
out of arrogance.

She does not understand
why the fish swim upstream.

Stop trying to change things,
sit down and have a peanut butter bagel.

Moonbeams in the night,
Moonbeam in the day.
Moonbeam helps keep the darkness away.

Most of the time,
the answer is ‘yes’.

You will only get infinitely close
to discovering that which you seek.

Using these in a poem (trying to piece them together, which was a part of the exercise):

Stop trying to change things,
sit down and have a peanut butter bagel.
Most of the time,
the answer is ‘yes’.
He spoke of religion
out of arrogance.
She does not understand
why the fish swim upstream.
You will only get infinitely close
to discovering that which you seek.
Moonbeams in the night,
Moonbeam in the day.
Moonbeam helps keep the darkness away.