To be the black sheep of the family —
what a terrible thing to be.

All the neighbors and relatives
heap praise on my super-successful siblings
and hurl insults at me
at the first chance they get.

I know all too well –
it is their jealousy of my siblings' success
that they take it out on me.

If success is measured by
money and fame,
I am not going to take that bait –
I am happy as I am.

Insult me all you can,
I can take it all in.
For you can only give
what you have,
and for that reason
I forgive you.

I remain the black sheep
of my family–
by choice,
at peace and forever free.

I see you looking at me
Or maybe it’s imaginary
But I always look to maybe see
You looking at me
You beautiful human being
Got me remembering a forgotten dream

I bet your skin
Tastes like salt and lemon

Morning rain and mist
Red Cardinal sings among
Forsythia buds

Pools of rainwater
Reflect yellow Goldfinches
On shadow lined streets

Medley of patterns
Flow onto the paper
Sorting through the mess
That is my head

Colors dance on the sheet
Never skipping a beat
Both Performing for me
And speaking for me

Feelings reborn in hues
Color and colourless
Let them flow
Together let’s grow