Author: Jerry Brotherton
I am The Backyard Poet and I warn you that, not only will I ramble on about nothing but, I have been known to stand upon my soapbox and rant about things I care nothing about just to hear the sound of my own voice. I will try to force my opinion upon anyone willing to pay the slightest attention.
Spring Fling
across squishy ground
scattered remnants of winter—
young child in heaven
~A Rose by Any Other Name~
They say
that in poetry
one can confess
all their sins
be freed from
their past
and start again
but these words
I write
won’t last long enough
to be remembered
no matter how hard
I try to hide them
behind flowery prose
they will never
smell like a rose
Survival
while he eats the mouse
the hungry fox does not care—
if the chase was fair
Jerry Brotherton 