Poems from Redival
I fear
so terribly much
When I write I want to hide it
stop those mocking eyes
the thought of judgement
is terror
I'm not perfect...
I met old age
I stared it in the face
I saw the wrinkles
the falters
the loosenings and tightenings
I saw the laughlines
the care-worn...
A random assemblage
of things
eclectic.
Joy is a smile
a laugh
a thoughtful frown
Joy is the sun
the rain
the hop of a frog
Joy is a poem
a story
and a song
Joy is walking...