Shrinking violet
Being too-long hesitantto mount the stepsmakes one grow slipper-bound,complacent in regret’s denial.Greenish in huefrom watching the passers-by take to flight. *** Image: https://pixabay.com/users/geralt-9301/
Worship
At some days’ end, I feel as if I have stepped my last- propping up this frame, these unpadded shoulders, boned as a scarecrow. Dithering with the primal thoughts of … Continue Reading Worship
In those days
In those daysthere were bedsheet flags,wooden swords,bobby pin rifles.Our breathless legions in shabby Keds.Shoe boxes full of bubblegum cards,fluffy-edged from brick wall flingings.Tennis balls with fluff long gone,and pockets full … Continue Reading In those days
Two walls
One’s been too many years in the building, and what it shields may have lost its worth. The other, I hold onto, as I walk, in secret regret.
Wanting to stay
Slovenly sleep, or so it seems…. in the lightening shades of darker dreams. Delicious lucidity, floating the soul over depths of disturbing finality. Let us stay in this state, where … Continue Reading Wanting to stay
Silly one
I accidentally smiled today it couldn’t have been clearer I caught myself when passing by the lavatory mirror ‘Twas you I hadn’t seen for months your funny face appearing I … Continue Reading Silly one
