Slam! On the door,
Whimsical life of a caged bird
Military, extended family
A question of read-wit-write
Player of games, the lines of solitude
1 2 3 4 5
Move to die side 6
Honors to ease to challenge returned
Education is a problem resolved.
Distant, inward cries,
living with the trickster’s lies
through middle years until
I sparred to thrive.
Take my pen as my blade,
slash and swing, zoom past judgment
Slam! Forevermore – and more!
A warrior of pen, pro-fess-ion-ALL
the way to the final boss
where the ink is shining
and feather shake, restless.
lock rumbles, battle ON.
Quiet, docile, careful, considerate,
noted down on my profile
little daisy to elegant rose
dance among fragrance and chirps,
weave sentences with words, sew the pieces into paragraphs.
Craftsmanship, THE way to victory,
the PATH of time
to make something, not nothing
of a memory, a laugh, a tear.
I am what others may think
so as TO say what is too frequent,
a debate of my SELF –
How can a bird take flight?
Slam! Breakthrough, war
of what it means to have
My feathers ruffle, the cage can no longer hold,
Released in its defeat.
This is a state of mind,
My dream, hope, persistence of the definition of INDEPENDENT.
Pursued from shyness and making fantasy worlds mine
Army brat dove turned brilliant, veteran eagle,
Learning student to ever-growing, taught,
I am a soldier, a budding flower, protectorate of creativity,
My sword in use to log my everlasting journey.
Slam! Come the moment, soar
WHO I AM
is a wonder of
WHO AM I?