“How many ways can I say I love you?”, “I am a mist”, “I am a drop of piss”, “I am the rings of a tree”, “Drunk with optimism”, “The early morning sunshine”

“How many ways can I say I love you?” by Trevor Witt

How many ways can I say I love you?
There is no equation which can answer this riddle.
How many ways can I show I care?
How many verses can give thanks?

To calculate matters of the Heart,
We would need a super-computer
(With the soul of Rumi),
Quantum mechanics experts
(With the lexicon of Shakespeare),
Einstein made of mint leaves, coffee, and sunlight.

“I am a mist” by Trevor Witt

I am a mist,
Floating in the ether.
I am a droplet of water
In the ocean,
Rising and falling with the tides.

I am the sweat,
Upon your brow,
After a good day’s work,
The proof of exertion,
Keeping you cool
– or trying at least.

I am the spider,
Eating critters which nibble
Upon your life sustaining
Beautiful green leaves,
Warning others to stay away.

I am.

“I am a drop of piss” by Trevor Witt

I am a drop of piss,
Waiting to leave the body,
Waste water, used up, burnt out,
Collecting with like minds,
Eagerly anticipating exiting,
Following the stream to freedom.

“I am the rings of a tree” by Trevor Witt

I am the rings of a tree,
Counting the rainy seasons,
Some thin, some thick,
Year after year,
Tracking growth,
Before I am cut down.

“Drunk with optimism” by Trevor Witt

Drunk with optimism,
A boy stood on a burning deck,
The flames reached his toes,
His shoes were worn,
His shirt was torn,
The holes in his clothes could not keep him cool.

But he did not cry,
Despite the sweat in his eye,
And he did not fear,
Despite the ash in his ear,
He giggled at the glimmering lights,
Until the flames engulfed his sights,

Until plumes of smoke choked the bloke.

“The early morning sunshine” by Trevor Witt

The early morning sunshine
Peeks at me from behind light green leaves,
While rays of sun greet the grey and white clouds,
Waking up my dear friends, laughing in the trees,
Squirrels and birds scurry and chirp,
As the New Orleans jazz plays on my phone,
And I eat granola and sip coffee alone,
The day dawns on me like an epiphany.
I am starting over once again –
Even though I haven’t reached the end.

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