Some tranquility, / Between some rough daily beats. / Lost
in a moment.
Locked in writers block. / When I require them most, / Words
fail me at times.
Walking in circles, / Following tweet after tweet, / But
reading little…
Who knew the answers, / Holding all worldly delights, / In
the whites and blues?
Love is in a thought, / Memory provides a cry, / Hope grows
in a try.
Sailboat in the wind. / Crystal waves brush the white sands.
/ Lofty palm trees sway
Very cold comfort. / All thru dark nights and bright days. /
She always follows.
Spring wind in the trees / She walks the tall grass alone. /
And watches the leaves.
Morning alarm clocks. / Cell phones with stylish rings. / Time
a fleeing thing.
Sands slip through the glass \ Hours fade into minutes /
Words blur with seconds.
A costly habit. / Hot or iced cold. Black or sweet / I like
coffee drinks
Tiny fingers hold / Onto a pinky tightly, / And rattle its
hand.
Give the wheel a spin. / When there is a chance to win. /
Don’t tell me the odds.
The bringer of death, / Has a kindness about her, / Face of
poetry.
Precariously. / Wry characters spring to form. / As words
turn on page.
Moonlight in her eyes. / A steady calm on her face. / Few
moments give peace.
Sailboats hug the wind. / The sun peaks behind the clouds. /
Sands warm on sea shore.
Love a good story. / Can beat a novice at chess / I’m good
at foosball
Thoughts speak no reason / And always lead to despair /
Darkness has its way
Cannot sleep a wink / maybe it was the coffee / it is what I
drink.
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