Sunday is for Poetry: TRAP DOORS, DRIFTWOOD, TWO SIDES

trap doors are set at every step

watch every move

encourage every fall

as one path ends

another begins

trap doors are set again,

by me.

 

**written by petra michelle, 3/8/09**

 

 

 

As the waves break,
I watch driftwood of memories
float away, then return,
converging.

 The sea inside
captures them in nets
to decide

which to let go,
which to cling.

 

**written by petra michelle, 2/8/09**

 

 

 

There are two sides to every story;

the yin, the yang,

the light, the dark,

yours, mine.

 

Caught in the middle?

What to do?

Flip a coin?

Act noncommittal?

Best of all nonjudgmental?

Please judge lightly.

The sentence can last a lifetime.

 

**written by petra michelle, 2/1/09**

 

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