I smelt roses every morning
Since I left my window open
Morning air carried longer
Freshest scent of care
Where dutiful fingers tended
Each thorny branch, so sharp
Up along my window’s ledge
Down into my heart.
Tag: thorny
Handwritten (day 2838)
I want to lay away your story
Into my eloquent pages so designed.
For I am in no time missing
Each sentence you’ve so led amiss,
No grammatical trickery
To bequeath this budding rose
– Thorny and apical –
In transcendence I have only dreamed.
There, so I shall then pass
And accompany you upon this waltz
Through tapestry written
Upon each lazy leaflet
Dangling it’s feelings
Upon these even walking grounds
Handwritten for our love.
Thorny Patches and Sun Bleached Logs (day 695)
Gulls call out to friends floating away
Upon tides pushing this way and that
Messy streams of salty water
Crisscross a retreating ocean’s exposé
Thick stalks of grass bloat the shoreline
That’s overwhelmed by sun bleached logs
Spewed upon the edges
As if laid there in organized inventory
While off in the distance a black tornado of birds
Hover around the surface searching
Blackbirds sing from thorny blackberry patches
That separates green from thousands of shades of grey
Mimicking darkening clouds rolling above
Ready to send droplets propelled by gravity
But off in the distance, upon the horizon
Voluptuous and impressive clouds
Change from glaring white to navy blue
Interspersed with teal shades of open sky
And a darkened silhouette of a distant island
Looms ominously like the jetty
That breaks the horizon line into greys and sky blues
