Alice Beutel's Poetry Flyer

Winter

Flurries that fall just before the tip of your reaching tongue.

HUGE snowflakes that stick to your eyelashes.

The chilled air you breathe in gives you an exhilarating chill,

That sends you galloping off into the snow to play.

What is a Haiku? Really?

Haiku means so much.

In one small, singular word,

Hides the depths of you.

The Dare

The hair that is never knotty,

Is always clean cut, no straggling strands.

Now hangs dormant and dull upon the back

Of the outcast that sulks by without a sideward glance.


The one that was never the loner,

Is now clad in but one color: black.

The girl that was the apple of everyone’s eye,

Washes slowly down the drain without saying goodbye.


Suspicions are rising you have a clue,

But you don't know what to do.

She is wallowing away to expose a nasty core.

She just can't ignore the prying eyes that can't look away from her self-destruction.


Someone should help, she needs to be saved,

But that will not happen for one simple reason:

No one, her lonesome, depressing demeanor has braved.

This one will not be rescued, she is wandering away without any gain.


You get to your feet, she wants to be helped.

You see it clearly now, all that has changed.

The signs have been there are along.

Maybe she hasn't turned strange.


Someone will love, and someone will care.

Someone will teach, and someone will dare.

But not this time,

Not with this one.


As soon as you sit up you plop back down,

You sit there thinking with a frown-

“She will be fine. She doesn't need me.”

And that is where you are so very wrong.


She just needs someone anyone to care.

Think what is at stake: a life, a family, and a future.

You can stop cowering in her aura of gloom and stop what she is ending.

All she needs is one person, on single soul, to dare.

The Road Not Taken

The hair that is never knotty,

Is always clean cut, no straggling strands.

Now hangs dormant and dull upon the back

Of the outcast that sulks by without a sideward glance.


The one that was never the loner,

Is now clad in but one color: black.

The girl that was the apple of everyone’s eye,

Washes slowly down the drain without saying goodbye.


Suspicions are rising you have a clue,

But you don't know what to do.

She is wallowing away to expose a nasty core.

She just can't ignore the prying eyes that can't look away from her self-destruction.


Someone should help, she needs to be saved,

But that will not happen for one simple reason:

No one, her lonesome, depressing demeanor has braved.

This one will not be rescued, she is wandering away without any gain.


You get to your feet, she wants to be helped.

You see it clearly now, all that has changed.

The signs have been there are along.

Maybe she hasn't turned strange.


Someone will love, and someone will care.

Someone will teach, and someone will dare.

But not this time,

Not with this one.


As soon as you sit up you plop back down,

You sit there thinking with a frown-

“She will be fine. She doesn't need me.”

And that is where you are so very wrong.


She just needs someone anyone to care.

Think what is at stake: a life, a family, and a future.

You can stop cowering in her aura of gloom and stop what she is ending.

All she needs is one person, on single soul, to dare.


~Robert Frost