Writing’s Mystery

Amusing

How I put pen to paper

Expecting certain words

To flow gracefully

I’m always surprised

At what lands upon

The page

Dreaming of Home

I want my home

To be worthy of flowers

Bedecked with candles

And the fragrances

Of breads, sweets

And teas, swirled into

A wondrous blend

Of my heart’s delights

For Tom Petty 

At first, resistance

Everyone I knew 

Adores all those tunes 

Which , in my mind

Trite, vacant, and “No”

Glad to say that’s wrong

Gritty dissonance

Akin to Dylan

The honest seeking

Within his lyrics

Brought out the sunlight

In this darkened world