WE HAE A POET IN THE FAMILY - DAVIS

(Email sent to us from Ken) "Might surprise everyone that Davis has the heart of a poet. Here are two of his poems." 

Also, I asked permission of Davis to post these and this is his response. "Yes, yes, feel free to post them if you'd like. I'd love to see what others say of them."

I'm sure Davis will enjoy seeing some "comments" at the end of this post!

 

Once I loved a rose

Small at first
but soon she grew
but not a thorn appeared.

As spring turned into summer

her vibrant colors blossomed
as fragrances ran rampant
and I loved her all the more.

Tick.... Tock...
Went her life clock
Worrying... Fearing...
was all she did

As thorns appeared

Thorns, sharp and fierce

she lashed out with
till only I remained
but I still loved her, all the same.
 

Tick... Tock...

went her life clock
slashing... slicing...
her thorns striking any and all

And thus it was
till the day she died
and as I looked at her
I laid a rose at her feet
 
For I loved her still.

Fire raged, fire flared

the blaze appeared once more.

Burning passionate life

surging with rage and spite

consuming all

and leaving only ash.

Water stagnate, water stirred

the torrent rushing by.

Trickling without concern

swiftness without reason

washing away the dirt

and leaving little behind.

Light blinded, light glowed

brightening all ahead.

Shining joyful love

bright peace and joy

making all things glow

and nothing sorrow.

Earth firm, earth stiff

towering over all.

Quaking with rage

Shaking with power

yet a home for all

and the only one.