Those who noticed, saw her beautiful hands fingers long and supple As brush, waiting for paints Most didn’t see beyond eyes cloud of messy hair or misty coy glasses ‘Loneliness will become your problem, girl‘ said her mirror every day and the fluffy rag doll- that grew up with her; she would look at it, … Continue reading
Fill it with depravity of moss And you will end up creeping down a slippery, deep well Lit a fire, and you can Be an inferno, To sweep through Anything, really. A dewdrop of vitality A heart of ocean And a bleak canvas- Born possibilities yet, we fritter, and probably will Through the wavy ocean … Continue reading
Urge is a skin, and love? the flesh underneath; A facade is desires Sauntering the brain; Call it letter, gift, seduction whatsoever – Lust is a sweat, and hands Bonds, heftier than ever, Fingers? Truce But silence between us? – eloquence. Join me on my OLN prompt on Dversepoets. Let us celebrate poetry.
Shallow thrills permeate anew & beads of sweat Emancipate taste. Words aren’t eternity, To outlive your smile or Knickknacks you wore, to Epitome of poise- Past ain’t a restraint to curb you Just the salt is treacherous Lingers on lips, lasting Ever after. Linking this to OLN – 158. Come join us to read some … Continue reading
A fine chocolate cake awaits With magic candles, Those will lit themselves Even if you blow them out, Tiny hands, claps – with A silvery tiara and waving of a wand I brace the clasps of sorcery From a young witch Blessed and proud a father I pick her wand When she is asleep & … Continue reading
I paint my nights grey, blotches of white and solitaire lampposts, I don’t put my babies to sleep Mischief dwindled, but awake I paint my nights homeless, Seek refuge in drizzle. Acrylic sinks on canvas Coarse pigments afloat, I paint solitaire smiles and Rock my children to sleep, They don’t, not tonight I paint them … Continue reading