it was all the rage…

i’ve forgotten
what was so
important
yesterday
and
the day before
seems
as if
my priorities
are
written
on beach sand
what i
perceived
as beauty
has
also changed
or
perhaps
it was never
my
idea
of beauty
but
some
marketing department’s
campaign
for products
found
on aisle 3
it really
doesn’t matter
so much now
for
i’ve come to realize
that
true beauty
is
self–defined
it’s found
in a lover’s eyes
a child’s
gentle smile
a hand
willing
to hold on tights
when fear pulls
on you beliefs
such
things
are constants
tho
in
reality
constants
do change
but
the change
is reciprocal
to
your changes

an insurance question…

i was wondering
since it was an accident
what’s there to forgive

corporate advertising aside…

copyright cwmartin 2011

now
i don’t
much believe
in this
global warming
but
i could swear
i heard a howler monkey
outside last night
in my trees
and
i am having
difficulty
explaining the toucan
at my bird feeder
this morning
i may have to
reconsider
my position
on this issue
i mean
this is
alaska