While some poems are light and airy
by Carolyn Brunelle
Others may be sad or disgusting or scary.
One writer's work may offend;
Another feels compelled to defend.
But all have the right
To expand narrowness of sight,
Clear cobwebs from the attic
Bring in a breath of fresh air;
Move you to another plane
Where life might be a bit insane.
It's not all nice and sweet
Life isn't at all discreet,
It's in your face and has a place
Just like all those who write about it.
So I want to hear what they have to say
Each in his own way;
Each given freedom to express.
Why paint on an empty canvas
If you can't use ALL the colors?