By Daniel Barbare
Green Grass
Image courtesy of Dennis Hill (flickr.com)
On
both
sides
there
is
grass
as
much
as
the
sun
shines
and
rain
falls
along
the
road.
Image courtesy of Patrick (flickr.com)
Studying
In the notebook, I’m studying
for a test, closing my eyes.
Some words are coming out
of the dark. Others are hiding
on the page. Some words are
borrowed from other memories.
Some are in the open, dead
as a fox.
The Sun
As if ever so warm
the sun is in the window
and lovely. Day after
day it rewrites the page,
breaks the limbs of the
trees into splinters of
light. How I love to shine.
Danny P. Barbare resides in Greenville, SC. He has been writing poetry for 30 years. He enjoys writing in free verse.
