The window blows and knocks the dream Well past full-bright distinction And wallows in the afternoon Perusing fact or fiction She rises up and like a leaf Floats the breeze beyond her And nestles in the creviced seam Of triumph over yonder
Month: September 2019
Limerick VII
I met a mate at the bar near my house (He was lucky his wife let him out) He drank like a sink Gave a young girl a wink Then she hit him and called him a louse
Refinement
A whistle blows – silence grows Alerted to a warning Like iridescence in the sky One lustrous summer morning Darting from the here and now The future’s in alignment To my cloud – I float – I fly A life’s divine refinement