A fool I have been
Lost in my head again
Dreaming of fictional people
And then, I remember only you.
Poetry | Stories | Photography
A fool I have been
Lost in my head again
Dreaming of fictional people
And then, I remember only you.
No coffee today
driving with an attitude
swearing and yelling
strutting a frown down the street
He smiles at her masala
lights in the darkness
their wings illuminated
little fireflies dance
Fighting the door to enter
The constricting bra becomes airborne
Hungry attention meows
Glaring at your significant other
flinging scarf, jumper, bag, and more
Tearing and tasting odd snacks
Crying about the work day
Your love says a word in a suspect way
Everyone is punching on
From storm Spring rainbows
to the pale pastels of a
frost Winter sunset
Watch the sunset one more time
Leave the office that keeps you
within the moonlight
to laugh at her quirkiness
a fluff in the dark
the sun lit silk threads
a fly buzzes within the
sticky spider web
alert from the vibrations
scurrying towards dinner
Oh, my beat-up heart
She tests me at every turn
sass on steroids, this one
always bossing me about
while looking at other men
never enough jewels
Oh, but I love her so much
The rare tender moments
I’m the luckiest bloke
Within the grey day of solitude,
they walked through the cemetery.
Carefully walking around the dead,
respectfully contemplative.
An angel carved from stone sits still,
head bowed in the sorrows.
Withstanding the seasons for her,
the sleeping child within.
The maddening grey
You, conjuring memories
The charm bracelet sways
Lightning strikes the ancient tree
The thundering rain soaks you