poetry – Page 50

Lasagna Whiskers

Bechamel whiskers
caught with Lasagna on a paw

My Fern upended
a look of innocence with the Lasagna

Posing for a photo
creating a model from an image

Artistic inspiration
Morose, for this was all done before

Deafening silence holds the moment
as the absence of music rattles you.

Without warning, the music begins
as a jolt takes your senses away.

All around, you feel the vibrations
of melodious cascading sounds.

Unable to concentrate.
Too much clothing inhibits the words,
so the bra hits the door.

Writing words remains elusive.
Words need more -,
so she takes off her dress.

Words start flowing fast,
nipples hang low to touch the desk,
a poetic masterpiece

falls from her pen.

lost in the tinted landscape
losing ourselves in tilted views
light fading from out tainted lives

sky twilight colours
unknown feelings start to come
colours change again
there will be no more warm sun
for the moonlit night has come

Warm sea words move you,
playing sea music on your skin.

Warm seawater takes you;
dream away the sunny day.

Warm sea words call to you,
saying what you dare not say.

Opportunistic
A brief glance at my owner
Hiding in nature

A journey we take
golden memories we make
by the tranquil lake

a naughty paw plays
with the bright blooming roses
mischief in her ways

Driving home from work
The trees have a smoker’s cough
All over the road