His back was as crooked as a question mark,
doctor said “the braces would straighten him right out
opening scene, “Forrest Gump” sits on a bus stop
offering his listeners a box of chocolate, as he tells his story
How green and plush everything was,
green moss, green bushes and green
trees swollen in beauty
afterall, what is destiny without
a feather flying on a flimsy? And what is
poetry without its breaking stance?
I was green like that
thought I was doing something
by writing poetry, but all along
these poems’ been writing me
all along,
straightening out my own stupidity
just as crooked as crooked can be
10,000 moments/ fat ones, skinny ones,
often loosely lopsided,
catching buses,marching off to the wars inside my head
“Run forest run”!!!! I may not have a Jenny, but momma loved me
I may not have legs to run like Forrest ,but sooner or later
these words will catch me.
Catch me a sunset
wrestle awhile with God
don’t let go, til you hollow
out – a walk for me to follow
the angels braid my hair in my dreams
cherry blossoms, floating lily pads downstream
and I take a deep breath
and breathe
and breathe
and breathe
and breath Poet Krissy Mosley 2022
Krissy Mosley Ministries 