Do You Like Poetry?

There was a time in my life (high school) when I LOVED reading and writing poetry. Because I was going through some of my old writing tonight, I thought I would share one from the archives. Let me know what you think. I guess I am finally ready to share...

Morning

As if up from the granite earth,
The sharp din stings my tender
And dreamful knowledge
Escaping through the slowly
Transforming lands and
Crashing into my world

Not too long ago I was driving
In an elevator, singing Christmas carols
Even sooner I was drowning
In a pool in the desolate desert,
No one to save me

For if it is not the screaming timer,
It is the maternal monarch,
Executing her morning power

Before me I can sightlessly
Picture reality
Not too fast, for dreams are
Shattered, dispelled

So, I exit my car and thus the elevator
Yet my songs continue as I rise,
Singing “Fa la la la la…”
While the a.m.’s waterfall
Forms rivers on my skin,

Stunning my habitual being