Lost at home
Inside muddled and laughter
That strangles and whispers
And tickles the tips.
But what of wild roses
That line the garden path?
What makes a heart shine
When all about is hard rain?
Come hither, mad man,
Come into pure mind.
Make out faint lines
Beyond a place called by name.
Tag: muddle
Rocket Queen (day 146)
Aloof and alone
Too busy to moan
Fancy footing and ill fitting
Damned these clothes together again
Loose belts
And low knickers
High hopes and bed wetters
Chances are slim to none, I hope
Rainbows and proud Wellies
Puddle hops and muddled tops
Crowd gained, a crowd lost
Proud moments for me, mother