“What Tales May Lie Ahead” by Trevor Witt
What tales may lie ahead
Waiting to be written,
Waiting to be read?
I know not what adventure
Follows this thought
But I know I ought not
Think too far ahead
For, though daydreams are fun,
The best dreams are left in bed,
And nothing can compare,
To the thrill of this cool evening air.
“My Piano-Forte” by Trevor Witt
You are my piano-forte,
Soft, yet strong.
Like a fermata,
I want to hold you for so long.
I want to know your white keys and your black keys.
I want to make you sing the blue notes.
I want to play you adagio and allegro.
I want to play arpeggios on you staccato and legato,
As we strike chords and keep time,
With my left hand on your bass,
And my right getting into treble.
Sing for me darling,
Sweet melody, sweet harmony.
I can’t stop,
Mesmerized by your tone,
Your timbre,
Your candor.
My piano-forte, you are honest without brutality,
Realistically imaginative,
Classically innovative,
Gentle and overpowering,
The end and the beginning,
Night and day.
My piano-forte, I hope you are here to stay.
“What Makes You Happy?” by Trevor Witt
What makes you happy?
Is it the sun or the moon?
Is it the smell of dew in the morning?
Or is it a cool breeze at noon?
Is it baseball during when it’s bright?
Or a leisurely stroll in the park?
Is it bird watching during the day?
Or star gazing after dark?
Is it catching up with friends?
Or chatting up strangers?
Is it eating familiar foods?
Or trying delectable dangers?
Do you enjoy the quiet of nature
And the sounds of squirrels and birds?
Or do you prefer yelling in the legislature
And city politics with fancy phrases and sophisticated words?
Are you a fan of coffee or tea?
Or would you like beer or wine?
Is there a reason you do not drink?
Or do you simply find juice is divine?
Are you the type of person who stays out until three in the morning?
Or are you the type of person who can be found in bed at eight, snoring?
What is your favorite escape?
Is it television, music, or poetry?
Is it an unhealthy addiction?
Or a habit less costly?
What do you do when you have nothing to do?
Do you read? Do you write?
Do you talk about religion with strangers?
Or do you go outside and fly a kite?
What do you think of for joy?
When you are most annoyed?
What do you look forward to after work?
What are your hopes and your dreams and where do they lurk?
What makes you happy?
Is it a wish? Or a dream?
Or something as simple as ice cream?
Is it your children? Your spouse?
Your beautiful pets in your modest house?
What makes you happy?
Tell me. I’d like to know.
Poetry2ponder's Blog 