Poems from Somar
I associate two with eight.
Maybe
Because two fours make up one eight
And one
Four can be made up of two two’s.
Or ‘cuz
Two circles make...
I Praise with my hands folded
And my knees bended.
I’ll Praise standing and seated,
Wherever I might be....
Add but wings of color
To the small caterpillar
who crawls amongst the shadows
and
Blossoms become airbourne
Since my mind
can only hold so much,
and since I've never tried
to pour some memories out
to make room for others
Pencil and Paper
become...