eve

by mary c fogg

i will command a poem for what it is worth my crown will have no gem my child will have no birth i will write an epitaph for my old nurse the maid will laugh so much the worse a messenger will travel down an empty thoroughfare he will arrive to no revel but i will be here i will cut a flower and put it in a vase at the appointed hour i will have no face

mystery

by mary c fogg

life remains a mystery to those who never dream they search the skies for light but never see a beam the truth is in themselves though they never choose to show it the flower is in their souls but they do not choose to grow it

sadness

by mary c fogg

a rainy day i slept all afternoon the mailman came and left a letter it was from a person i did not know asking for money i did not have i made a cup of tea but did not drink it it got cold and i threw it away

care

by mary c fogg

people never ask what is behind the mask that they put on without thinking that they look through without blinking maybe i am unfair and there is really nothing there if so, i apologize to all who crawl beneath the skies and yet i remain with a fading light in my brain there must be something there because why do i care?