Poetry by Clyde L. Borg

 

                      KISS ME

                      Kiss me,
                      Caress me,
                      Let me savor
                      A taste of ever.

                     LITTLE FEARS

                     Afraid of the barber,
                     The clippers pull.
                     Scared of the dentist,
                     Oh, the pain.
                     Fear of being alone,
                     Being lost.
                     Wary of the night,
                     It's so dark.
                     Little fears
                     Of the very young.



                      LOVING YOU

                     I endure
                     By thinking of you,
                     And live
                     By loving you.



                      SOME STUDENTS

                   Some are wide-eyed,
                   Yet never really see.
                   Some look away,
                   And surely never see.
                   Some look ahead,
                   But never actually see.
                   Some see,
                   But never ever see.

 

 

Clyde L. Borg is a retired high school teacher and administrator who has been writing nonfiction and poetry since 1998.