I shouldn't have let her go,
but I did...
I let her slip through my fingers
like water
rejuvenating the dry skin of my hands
falling to the basin below
and down the inevitable drain...
I let her go -
Even if there was merely a chance
I did...
And she flows through my mind
like the wind
through a vibrant sea of nations' flags
rippling in the blue sky
constantly reminding me
of my fool-hearty choice -
While she was worth so much more,
and I know I will always regret
letting her go...

(c) Brian Darrel Norris

I metaphorically stay with guns drawn-
bullyfoot my thoughts headstrong and remain
shining like a forest fire at the sun's dawn;
that is until or unless I'm shown dead wrong or in vain...

at which time I will pause and holster
each heated piece, taming, look-it, the beast;
let another's knowledge let mine bolster,
unwind to find a peace of mind at the least.

so while I pull out, kcoc back, set sight;
ready to lay down injustice unheard...
let final breath go, squeeze trigger tight;
I still encourage the opposing word...

for my frame of thought won't fit every picture
and I could never expect everyone to understand,
but I can hold my piece yet be at peace with your stricture
and walk away with your respect and my own as a man.

(C) Brian Darrel Norris

My mind is in a set
that it don't belong,
and I know I'm wrong
for each play
of each song,
as I play
over and over
and again...
your songs of suggestion
that relate to me,
to no other than you...
I'm wrong -
and that feeling,
as natural as it is,
shouldn't be there
but it is
and will remain
and arise
with each play
of each song...
I've never felt more right
as the melody of you
to me
plays on...

(C) Brian Darrel Norris