
Ode To JoeBear
(Joseph Blair)
Chow Hall food wasn't very good but
the company was very nice.
I was not mature enough
to appreciate
the friend you were.
I am glad
I can
now.
Words are woven
By writers hands
In gossamer silken
Spider strands,
Smiles of joy
And tears of grief
Are caught within
This artists weave.
The soul is painted
In all it's hues,
Crafted by
This poets muse,
In these fragile,
Silken skeins,
You'll find you're in
My Web of Dreams.
~Dawn Allynn
1999
Photo © Dawn Allynn
Photo © Dawn Allynn
Search for that which can’t be found
And in it you will find,
Noises that don’t make a sound
And thoughts without a mind.
Look into a child’s heart
And in it you will see
Love and hope and innocence,
And endless misery.
When your storm has reached it’s peak
And pain is what you breathe,
Remember how you’ve let me down,
And don’t come look for me.
~1986