You think you are in control of your reality
But whatever you have done
Is remembered differently
By those who saw it
It’s not what you did
It’s what they think you did

You fling handfuls of words
Across space
Dry grass in the wind
Meaning something to a few
Nothing to most
Even you don’t understand them
Everything you do is interpreted
They must have misunderstood
It’s not what you meant
It’s not even what you did

So you turn to the flowers in your pots
The one impossibly red flower
And look closely at it
Trying to remember its details
The texture of the petals
Its structure
To test your desperate hope
That in the morning the red flower is still there and
Things are not always not what they seem

Selected byNolcha Fox
Image credit:Ivan Jevtic

I am a retired entomologist/educator and have been writing poetry for a long time. It's only been in the last few years that I have taken it a little more seriously. I have written hundreds of poems, but still don't consider myself to be an accomplished poet. I keep trying through writing to find new perspectives that reveal the layers of meaning that are always there, just below the surface of the obvious. Some of the poets who have influenced me are W.S. Merwin, Ted Hughes, Dylan Thomas, and Galway Kinnell. However, lately, I agree with what the Poet Laureate Kay Ryan said: "I have tried to live very quietly, so I could be happy...It seems like many people think that if you drive yourself crazy, then you can write. I wanted to see what a fortunate life would produce. What writing would come out of this mind that didn't try to torment itself."