Sweet maple syrup
Over flapjacks stacked five high
Laced in white sugar
Accented with strawberries
Or blueberries in a pinch.
Tag: Misc.
exhausted I fall
deep into a feathered dream
through the shadowed gate
just past the midnight draw bridge
a starlight palace awaits
Come and join me here
Gather around the camp fire
Share a song or two
Spread cheer and chocolate squares
Between s’mores cooked golden brown.
Blank paper canvas,
Let the muse flow freely through –
Illuminate me!
Show me how I can capture,
The last whispers of sunlight.
Twenty little drops
Each face a polished rainbow
But do not be fooled
They will test your memory
Laughing with golden lipstick.
I awake and see
Triangles are upon us
Fixed in two colors
But only for the moment
A digital shooting star.
As the saying goes,
Without the words what am I?
A rose lacking thorns?
No matter how beautiful
Would I inspire poetry?
Could this be the one?
The stone was cold to the touch,
Its edges rounded,
A solid teardrop in grey,
Perfect for the future flight.
Fluffy white kitten,
Or a surfing dinosaur.
How do you decide,
If it’s “just” a cloudy day,
Or the best sandbox ever?
Indestructible
Or so I thought it rang true
This fist sized organ
A fleeting drummers’ passion
Regular, fast, then nothing.
Inspired by Zac Goodwin‘s #sfo soap opera. Taken from the lady’s POV of course.