I have a few poems that are actually slightly based on some books that I was going to write. The books never took off, but here are the poems.
The Field of the Dreamer
I stare out the window. I see what I did not want.
I see the anguish and strife. The terrible feeling of loss.
Where did all the people go? Surely they are here.
All that remains is a memory.
Of a once great land.
The Long Way
Hold! What is that I see!
Nay, it is but a cat. But why does the cat remain in a place such as this?
Where the other road is what they call the scenic route. Filled with flowers and mice.
We both walk the road less traveled. The long way to the end of the road.
These were fun to write!