I Still Believe
Even when the world is screaming outside the door
Testing my resolve
Challenging my faith of this world
Expressing an ideology that is disheartening
I still believe in the beauty of this life
Because I see it
in the faded photos and concert tickets in my wallet
in the blooms of flowers in the park
in the wave from a stranger as I drive
I still believe in the beauty of this life
Because I hear it
in the laughter at the dinner table
in the new music suggested by a friend
in the bedtime stories I read to my children
I still believe in the beauty of this life
Because I feel it
in the grasp of my wife’s hand
in the sun’s heat in the afternoon
in my head as a poem unfolds onto the page
I still believe in the beauty of this life
Because I smell it
in the aroma of blueberry muffins
in the storm early in the morning
in the new pair of shoes for my growing children
I still believe in the beauty of this life
Because I taste it
in the ice cream my daughter shares with me
in my morning cup of coffee
in the sweat from losing another game of one-on-one
I still believe
It allows me to open my front door
to the the beauty of this world
Poetic Form #13: List Poem
A list poem has a list as the foundation of its structure. There are no other hard rules to the form.