Lazy?!

I was once told
“Free verse is lazy man’s poetry.”
He’s wrong.
Lazy men don’t write.
Lazy men barely feel.
They are too consumed
With doing nothing that,
They.
Don’t.
Care.
They will not express themselves.
They will not tell you “I love you”
They will do absolutely nothing.
He’s a liar!
Anyone who will take time,
To carefully construct lines
That are just the right length–
To get the point across…
IS NOT LAZY.
They take time to insert–
Punctuation.

Spaces…

And even just to write.
True that to some,
It takes less effort to write
In free verse,
But that does not make us lazy!
We are still writing.

We are still expressing.

We are still doing more…

Than that lazy man.
More than the person,
Who doesn’t write at all.
More than him–
Who calls me lazy.

I’d like to see you try.

T. Marina

Damages in my wake

Stuck looking in the past.
Unable to live in the present.
Terrified to look to the future.

Running in one place,
with my head turned back
staring at the fires behind –
the damages in my wake
that leaves me standing…
Analyzing the wreckage
to find a clue
that will ensure no more ruins
lie ahead of me –
not like the ones before

I close off.
Build walls and gates.
Petrified of the floods
that can break them
and crumble what is left
held roughly together.

Yet, as I turn to look at the sun,
the light shines and
warms me, and reminds me,
that beauty lies in possibility
of the morning sun –
of the chance to fly.
Even if destruction may come

That fear cannot win all.
That the ruble stands
and creates new opportunity
making the path ahead…

Therefore, I turn.
I stop running and not moving.

Start to walk a new stride –

Believing in the chance
to start a fire
that will light the path
toward the new.

T. Marina