Life’s Messy. To create one thing, You mess up another: Space, clothes, the room. You arrange the flowers; Dig the dirt, plant the seeds; All messy propositions But you get the dirt, paint, pollen On your hands, clothes, hair And face, if you’re lucky. The more engaged; The grander the mess. Cleaning up the gulf is messy Cleaning out your closet, your soul Is Messy But there is no growth, development Nor creation without it God, you must be a real mess.

Rosalynn Moore's poetry