Emotions Poem by Alto Lee Thomas, Jr.

Weighing sums of new emotions,
The stuff that binds us to our tears,
Ensnares by comfort's numbing notions
Cloistered thoughts from mounting years.

Some such joys flaunt vivid colors
Steeped, at source, carotid red.
By contrast, scores reek dowdy pallor,
On faces resembling doubtful dead.

Fall's breezes strip the lion's mane
A heady brew that seeds in kind
So, neither drink wine from sour times,
Nor deign to sup on spoiled remains….