On the Birth of This Day

E.R. Smith 2018

Crack the Dawn shows me a mosaic

Almost a tapestry, the edges fray with light dust

A symphony of a life lived, striving strong, algebraic

Dense thick stubborn reaching fibers

Indomitable pattern; organic thread follows ancients

Linking from past weaving designers

Etching an art for present time; keeping relevant

Intricate paths sewn; with no apology

Dawn’ brings a bright appreciating testament


Turn Down The Noise

©2017 E. R. Smith

Turn down the noise seeking focus

I can’t play night owl

Volume shakes the floor beneath

I just can’t allow

Commotion crowds my soul,

with dimensions of bulletins unequal

I just can’t snatch my goal,

life can be a sequel

Assaulting my pillow, dominating space

Elbow, flip, lie on my belly

Note, to, self:   to keep self ace

Turn off the damn telly


All or Nothing!

handed a package with instructions, “You all in?”

naw, can’t.  “In or you got nothin’.”

head down, then I got nothin’ then.

another day, another friend.

“Going over to the college, wanna come?”

head tilted to the side feeling dumb.

honest, I don’t know how to start?

“No worries friend, I’ll help that part.”

“Gotta world focus, to see change,

remove one from a demographic cage.”

followed friendly footsteps to lead me to a road,

not easy though, not easy though.

Finals told percentages of growth

gave my life some kind of hope.

Remember all or nothing as I lead.

My stronger voice, a clear feed.

I give all in my life, wanting to be something;

knowing its all or nothing.

©2017 E. R. Smith