A poem should be equal to what I find engaging

the way the scene keeps shifting around

The first couple stanzas thrown down

For all of a sudden the iron mask represents

The barrier between the author and me

Her sympathy

made his pain

all the more real...

You listened, drifting

in that half asleep

dream world-

a tiger roared

a brave tree fell,

crashing

and black

thunder grumbled

outside your window,

quietly,

whispering

don’t tell

*

“I am going on a diet,” she announced.

“But McKenzie, you're only six! Besides, you’re beautiful!” I shot back.

“But,” she insisted, “I need to lose weight.

“No, you do not. I’m your nanny, I know these things. Now eat your lunch.”