Magnet Poetry #2

Magnet Poetry #1

Reasons

Be the motive

for the breeze

destroying 

my hair. 

Be the design

for splattered shoes

and bruised heels.

Be the cause

for heavy breathing. 

Chase me

so I have a reason 

to run away.

Windows

Eyes are windows

so I cut my hair

like drapes. 

Don't you dare 

swing them open. 

You will be blinded 

by what you see. 

Aging

1. We were all

paper waiting

for the ink of time

to etch love

stories on our lines. 

2. The ink

has smudged

under our eye lids. 

We are folded 

and creased. 

3. Who remembers 

when it was a blank

page?

4. Who reads

these stories?

Sometimes, even I

forget who you are.