I wrote this as one of my first poems a long, long time ago, when I was really having trouble accomplishing anything. But never quite as sweet.
Waves like thorns on a long green stem Striving to compete.
A vase of water not so calm Crashes in my eyes. And another dream quickly dies. If you would like to use this poem on your own web page, please contact the Author. All poetry is copyright by the individual authors. All other material on this web site, unless otherwise noted, is Copyright 1998 - 2001 by Ron Carnell and Passions in Poetry.