Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Wednesday, 21 December 2011
Slipped through
I wake
I am warm
I smile
A little while
I wake
To hear
Doors slam
I don’t give a damn
I swoon
Warm
In my reflective
Capsule cocoon
~
Lady love in lavender
Every day
A calendar
My lady love
O baby love
My lady love in lavender
My lady love
My baby love
My lady love in lavender
O poppy fields
And cotton reels
Every day my love she steals
O lady love
My baby love
My lady love in lavender
O baby love
My lady love
My Lavender
In fields of corn
Our passion sworn
My lady love
O baby love
My lady love in lavender
O baby
My lady
My lady love
My Lavender
Under silver clouds
With sparkled shrouds
My lady love
O baby love
My lady love in lavender
O baby love
My lady love
My Lavender
Ever tender is the night
More tender still
The morning
My lady love
O baby love
My lady love in lavender
O baby love
O lady love
O Lavender
Every day
My baby love
My lady love
Every way my calendar
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