Hidden

I am but a weed

rooted in solemn shade

From a carefree seed

slid down a dewed grass blade
Shall I sway to pose

against the heinous rose

If only to stand a chance

from the pruning gardener’s glance

 
Having always viewed the weed as an underdog I will be her champion tonight. 

Ode to an egg

Oh but you are … so..so deliciously, teasing me

with your farm fresh bright
Shall I flip you over-easy?

Your lascivious ooze shall remind me of my haste

I must be patient

Or prepare a little bath and let you linger to poached perfection

No
You deserve a pedestal for your perfection

And softly, softly I shall indulge

But shall I have the patience?
Perhaps just throw you down

And scramble your senses

Until you are

quite

Done

 

What happens when you are preparing dinner, feeling poetic and letting  your mind wander all at the same time. 😊

A new day

Yes, yes you

Frail heart Renew
Let love cradle you in sinewed hands

Warm comfort never known

You have travelled foreign lands

To find her left at home

 
Thus

Never to be released from her grasp

Trust

Remove all songs from the past

 

(Once again, another inspired photo taken on a clear night, gazing through a wine glass at the fresh spring bloom. Enjoy!)

The Umbrella

A frail cool breeze

Filters through the trees

As gentle as a patient lover’s kiss
Then the ominous grey

Transforms the summer’s day

The bored lover walks away
Be not as fickle as the weather

Carry an umbrella

Even when a heart is soaked through

Know tomorrow she will renew

I am the "little armored one", moving gently through life. Hoping to safeguard my sensitivities with layers of words and the expression of thought. Shielding my mirror neurons at times, or tasting music and spinning till I'm dizzy. Every moment here is a gift.