REFLECTING

what you think 

is how you feel

what you say 

makes it real

control your thoughts

and your mouth

so life has a chance 

to romance you

————

blue is a primary color

so are red 

and yellow

on their own they 

are pleasant

mixed together

they become amazing

——

seems like happiness

likes to play

hide and seek

you peek around 

the corner hoping 

to find it

but it’s not there

then when you least 

expect it

it jumps out and says

surprise

here I am. 

by Lynn Hahn

JUST ASKING

Why is the desire to survive

so strong?

When someone passes

“they are going a better place”

is the song.

Does this seem wrong?

It’s confusing 

if nothing else…

Mammals of every sort

fight to the death

to support 

their life

Why fight 

for your life

Why cry 
when others die

Isn’t going to a 

better place

better?

Just asking.

By Lynn Hahn

MONEY AGENT

It’s not just the plunge

it’s walking 

BLIND

No one to hold my hand

No one to understand

my need to know

so I can go 

the best way for me

Information is

sedation

for my pain

I do not mean to

Interrogate 

I’m just starting

this journey late

in life.

By Lynn Hahn

THINK AGAIN

Gotta get back on my feet 

put my brain in my head

not in my heart. 

By Lynn Hahn

MR TAX MAN

Blind to others 

you limp thru life

Your big smile hides

a small heart

A good ole boy

who has little respect

for the skirted ones

A puffed chest 

prevents sensitivity

and visibility

Tripping over

himself 

because 

he can not see

how cruel 

he be. 

By Lynn Hahn

THE RED HAIRED ANGEL

There she sits

the red haired angel

Lucky by her side

She’s tough as nails

yet

 gentle as a soft breeze

she wears the sun

around her shoulders…

Beauty surrounds her

behind cold steel bars

for she never sees

what’s not

just what is

God bless this tender

 yet

bold unstoppable force

the red haired angel.

By Lynn Hahn

WOOF WOOF

So where to walk?

it’s our biggest joy

tho the squirrels would disagree

Such complexity in a small ball of fur

his brain must have been misplaced

Feelings unexpected 

hard to decipher

when words can not be exchanged

Not sure how to steer this ship

No matter which way I go

the waters are calm

then choppy

How to make the world

what he deserves…

Quirky is the word I use

to explain him

too simple really

Has life really come to this?

feeling I could fail 

at what most do in their spare time

Why the wind sends such 

unusual souls my way 

I will never understand

All I can do is walk

with the breeze 

hoping the sunshine follows.

By Lynn Hahn