Can You Call These Poems?

I was going through some drawers today, trying to get rid of some of the years of STUFF I have gathered. I found some poems that I wrote when I was in junior high school. Creative writing was, and still is, my least favorite subject. I never have any ideas in my head. It was 1969/1970 and my teacher seemed to like things that had deep, dark, meaning. I was going to toss them out, but Joseph suggested I put them on the blog. So, here they are. I hope you can find some deep, dark, meaning in them, because I could not. I did, however, get A's on these assignments. Surprising.

Lonely

I lie silently

Hoping for something yet

I know not what.

Wishing that the seconds

were weeks and the

minutes were years.

Waiting for the time.

The time to be what I

never was.

As I lie there hoping

and waiting for the time

I can hear the wind blowing

the dead and forgotten

leaves over my tombstone.

(pretty grim)

Light..............Darkness

Light in the middle of darkness

There is no end.

Eternally searching for the answers.

I have found it! The end is near.

Need time to think.

No time.

Darkness

Janet

She came on doves wings.

Silently, peacefully.

Touching my intermost thoughts.

Reaching out to understand.

Love beams from her eyes.

Teaching faith, honesty, truth.

I cry and she tastes salt.

She cares.

We are one.

Be kind. Remember, I was 13. I have tried several times to get rid off all the space between the lines. I did not type it that way. I even deleted it all and retyped it. Every time I post it, it adds the spaces. If anyone one knows how to fix it, please feel free to do it.

Mom