Blue Rose Poetry for Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Always whispering. I know they hate me. I am fat. Why am I lazy? Never inviting. I know they avoid me. I am lonely. Why am I rude? Always laughing. I know they mock me. I am sad. Why am I odd? Never supporting. I know they see. I need them. Why am I me? Sign in to see full entry.

They call them twisters around these parts We drill all spring in their honor Children get safety lectures All respect their power Tornado alley Is where I live Run to the Basement Quick! This is not exactly an original idea, but I had fun playing with it, my one and only nonet. Sign in to see full entry.