Sunlight will be
We can always go back home
Oh Wow! I just saw
Beauty and her best friend in
The bay of green tea roses
Tag: Misc.
Handed out in pairs
Around a felted table
Hearts blinding our eyes
Big or small or dealer dealt
Always all in on five-four
What weekend wonders,
Await me on Saturday?
And will they be kept,
Secret until Sunday Eve?
Or even worse, Monday morn!
Those simple moments
Carry me through the weekday
Lunch calls and laughter
Book club, burgers, and music
For dancing in the kitchen.
The day got away
Father time drove by without
Even a hello
Saw the sunset fall through clouds
A brief respite from my screens
Poetry is hard
And I have but fewer words
To describe today
My mind is running on fumes
What will happen tomorrow?
The wave climbs over
Envelops me with colors
In transparency
Texture crashes all around
Dancing in the undertow
The sadness of war
Contrasted with the simple
Yellow Warbler’s song
Bringing such melancholy
On an early Sunday morn
Past the second page,
Bordered in snow white edge,
Vibrant color floods,
Encapsulating something,
Truly wicked and divine.
So many fragments
Single lines or dry couplets
Unfinished seedlings
Left to fallow in the wake
Of a long and busy week