Poetry

By

Michael T. Bee

No Room!

The world is a mad tea-party to

which we’re not invited.

We’re intruders. Sanity has

marked us. Silence is a proper

response to crazy.

Otherwise, you have to call

black white. They want to lock

arms and walk into the surf.

Look with your heart’s eyes into

the souls of others. Even in the

arctic waters there are spots of

warmth. Holes in the ice where

you can come up to breathe.

Practice

Each day a dress rehearsal for a

final awakening.

Sleepers wake from your silent

beds and greet the morning!

Today- like that day-dreams of

night-sorrows of the past will be

gone.

So. Breathe in deep your day’s

first breath. Let out a cry fit for

heaven. Let today express your

joy of a never ending day.

Michael T. Bee

I am involved in my community trying to bring resources to marginalized to improve their lives. I am a husband, father, and grandfather. I write software during the day and poetry at night and into the wee hours. Poets who influence me: Emily Brönte, Dante, Emily Dickinson, Donne, Keats, Rumi, Whitman. Writers: Ray Bradbury, Brönte sisters, C.S. Lewis, Kipling, Melville, Elif Shafak.