Poem: Freedom

is it the only path

to walk

and see what

you see,

burdened by your

sins

and judgments

 

or could I venture

on my own,

even if it is a lonely

pilgrimage,

or if I read the wrong

book

and meet

 

the wrong people,

lost souls who don’t

bare the cross or

the star or the hammer

and sickle or the crescent

moon

 

perhaps I’ll find my way,

a misguided dreamer

taking a road of less shame,

feet and hands unbound,

a journey without all those

harsh rules.

 

©️mft

Crow Tuesday: Blow Your Nose

I miss the honesty of childhood.

The way my friends told me

the truth

in words, in play

or in crumpled up notes.

I miss friends

who teased me

about my looks,

who said shut up,

blow your nose

and read a book.

Not like the adult world

of smiles, deception

and awkward stares.

Not saying what’s really true,

not expressing

how they really feel.

©️mark tulin