Poem By Kim McInnis

what isn't to like
about the simple things now?

what's left of the world
without pricetags or arms?
tell me what's so wrong
with wondering...

I still believe
that raindrops play the most perfect symphony
the purest gold is the September soybean fields
and all the money in the would could not buy
your smile

what are you asking for?
I don't have the answers
I don't need the answers
tell me what's so wrong
with wondering...

Comments about Wonder

sweet, innoscense(sp) .3rd line is best i think
Remember me (you probably don't want to) ? Reading your last few poems I have put you on my 'To Watch' list. You are writing some lovely stuff and I am looking for an eraser to go back and wipe some (of my) early comments. And those were so near your birthday. I still think that you might want to use a smidgen more patience as I get the impression that you are purring along very nicely and then the revv's die down. But great promise, in my amateur opinion. H

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Other poems of MCINNIS

From A Pond

I’ve been holding your hand for far too long now
- your palm is hot as a swamp
- your thick fingers turn my knuckles white


I'm sorry
that I'm not strong enough
to hide my anger
- frustration

I Want

to be the face you wake up to
- to stay up late waiting for you
to curl up in your arms
- to feel your breath on my cheek


wandering around in the dark
along - running again
away from myself

On The First Of Many Anniversaries

a year has passed
one year
since we chose this path
an empty promise to ourselves


now that the storm is over
I can't help but wonder
where I should turn
I look to my wrist