Day 25: Last Straw

Recycle your heart
each day, and never will there
be a final straw

-A. Ault-

Day 24: Tell it to the Blank

Tell it to the Wind

Tell it to the wind
your messenger it will be
flying towards my address
delivering, gently

Tell it to the breeze
be not offended if it laughs
it is a youthful, joyous thing
but your words it will pass

Tell it to the gale
with the force of unending storm
your heart will send o'er earth
and stop at nothing 'til it's home

Tell it to the silence
it will listen, I will speak
in the waves of quiet stillness
our minds will fully meet.

-A. Ault-

Day 23: Location Poem

Location Services

[Dreamworld Heights, Indiana]
"What, do they make dreams there?"
          "No, but they'll sell 'em,
           in six-packs."


-A. Ault-

Day 22: Optimistic or Pessimistic

The Cynical Optimist

People will be people
I say it all the time
The motto that I'm living by,
walking a narrow line

Call it being cynical
it is a point of view
but don't forget the optimism
I'll believe as long as you

-A. Ault-