Sometimes
By Dave Plath
I think, I think and I think and
sometimes I can’t think at all,
and sometimes I think that the thoughts that I think
aren’t worthy of thinking at all
and sometimes I wonder, I ponder, I plunder,
just what life is and when, my time here on earth
and my time here with you, will come to an eternal end.
Grays and blues pose casual colors true in value
but not made for lovers.
Give all your love to me and instead,
we can turn those colors into a fiery red.
Dave Plath is a sometime poet who lives in Vineyard Haven with his family and their two pups. He is a production director and a designer at The MV Times.
Poets with a connection to Martha’s Vineyard are encouraged to submit poems to community@mvtimes.com.
