I write poetry because:
I want to see the flip side of purple,
wade in a waterless creek,
witness a sunrise at twilight,
listen to hear the silence sing
melodies not yet conceived.

I write poetry in search of
peace amidst the quake and
to find goodness in stony hearts
because I can’t help but think,
we, as the coin, also have another side.

Call me a dreamer, but so I search...
I look for that rim of sunlight
above the thick ebony clouds
drifting over our lives.

I breathe the scent of spring
in a winter’s bitter night.
I look for beauty in the thorn,
and tears fade into a smile,
when the child in me fiddles
with notions unreal and wild.

I write poetry because:
I want to tear down the walls
that falsely make me feel safe.
I want to live in a straw-made hut,
and invite the bad, bad wolf
to huff and puff, and blow it down
and look at me naked as a brand new babe
I’m free and I write poetry because…
because… there’s so much I’m yet to dream.

Carmen Ruggero © 2006