Thursday, March 29, 2012

Love Notes in the Treehouse

In this treehouse, little girls leave behind the world of adults --
they who proselytize the clock, they who bow down for the greatness of piano practice and niggle over every cookie --
simply cast out, refreshingly replaced by hidden journals, little secrets, kid rules stashed in the boards

As this proselytizer of time, i welcome all of that
but i still sneak in to write reminders on the four parts of the roof,
round and round in four lines, read in no particular order...



I am the powerful, wonderful me
beauty in all I see
I will be what I want to be
and I shall know indeed

I am the powerful wonderful me

1 comment:

Jack said...

Beautiful work. Everyone needs a hideout. Is yours the treehouse, or the poetry?