Horn O' Plenty

cornucopia

utopia

myopia

what morning sings

what tomorrow promises compared to what today brings

perhaps one or maybe a plethora of things

a shiny penny

a tarnished many

bees may sting

faithless mouths buzz

as truth shaves adolescent peach fuzz

emotions swell

all's good

even that which does not end well

play your piano

be sure to hit all the notes and keys

both good and bad

happy and sad

show me all that it blindly sees

pluck the wayward strings of chance's braille strings

along with all that it gladly or reluctantly brings

we don't truly know until we try

don't really care until we cry

the best questions always start with why

remembering that you can't return what you didn't buy

can't cross the finish line tape

can't experience grace

unless you lace up sneakers

unless you run the race

show me your bleeding heart

show me what's deep inside

knock down your aquifer

releasing stagnant tears

shuddering unfounded fears

before a desolate today turns into

a horn of forelorn years

Reviews

[willweb]

Well, I would have commented sooner but I got caught up in the music which really brought this afternoon together for me. Nice choice my friend now your poem...definitely a cornucopia of thoughts and visions, a horn of plenty and much more than that. Oh I do play my piano, the good keys and the bad, though even the bad can sound pretty damn sexy. Nicely done...all the way around the horn.

[Pete]

lol. great share. much appreciated. i'm more of a chopsticks kind of guy ... :)