Oh Spring budding promise innocence of green awakening hope, beginnings; hurried the impulse to respond, before scorching heat burns efforts melts ambition – Summer. (Composed
Adult Child
So my luck – father’s favourite child, me, no boy for him… he drinks – thousand morning scold – knows I respect, make peace and,
Calm
Mirrored, the silence echoes through my soul – invites a deep soothing calm. (It’s open link night at the dVerse pub, hosted by Kim. Thought
Mystery Beckons
How often I’ve reconstructed that wall, and still it crumbles, the universe and ever-reaching temptation, her tentacles tearing at the fabric of this constraint –
Levitating
Suits meet, banter about deals, conspiratorial heads bent, deep throaty laughs, confidence reeking. I glide by, imperceptibly, am a whisper on the window of their
Breeding Season
Golden this heart, this plea no makeshift proposal I am smitten, hard bitten, sold – be bold! Be bold! say you are sold, also smitten
