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sill

butterflyChild

Ticking heart
sitting pretty
on heart’s window sill
had a good look see

what makes this ticker
tick? what accelerates
what beats

glutton for punishments
blunders incessantly
poor learner it is

nevertheless
this ticker giddily
continues ticking

is it a butterfly with
gossamer wings god
painted individually

if not, why does this
ticker hover and hop
all over, incessantly

steeped in nature’s
breathtaking colors it does
somersault involuntarily

delicate colors on butterfly
wings come off if handled, heart
gets hued emotionally affected

sitting pretty
on heart’s window sill
had a good look see
~

image is from google

fate

image

yes you madam fate
you usually play favorites
dealing stacked decks
well
I’ve had enough
I am gonna sidle up
close to you,
tweak
your ears
hard
and then
eat my cake
and have it too!
just
letting you know
….
image of Freda Kahlo is from internet

interrupted

artworkTomiyukiSakuta

external stimuli’s
dripping eaves insidiously
seeping inside gobbled
away sleep

~
moon smeared
tousled topper
came a cropper
rudely shaken

~
mid-sleep interrupted
soured old gal reached
out for time tested
true picker uppers
~

Earl Grey tea
biscuits and noisy
words blundering about
unaddressed in head
~

stable heart no longer
EKG’s highs or lows, staying
the course on an even keel
astride own duck’s back
~
image is from internet

time fizzles

WaterfallbyRousseau

time fizzles
through fingers
as if uber
lubricated
~
personal demons
that’d danced as
halloween ghouls
last night
how come they
faded to kingdom
come in morning light
were they damp squibs?
~
i ask myself
and then eyes
ever lifted slake soul
in nature’s infinite beauty
~
painting of “Falls” is by Henri Rousseau

dreamer

8370878-travelling-theme-vintage-clock-at-antique-map-Stock-Photo-watch-pocket-antique

~
dreamer that I am
given to reveries
lose count
in time
~
relentless tides
wait for for no one
continue sloshing
bridges
~
I hastily grab, retrieve
abridged thoughts piled
under contoured pillow
from last night
~
upon inspection
I ribbon theses
thought sheaves
letting pile at feet
~
what appeared
out of ball park great
seemed pipsqueak
in morning light
~
tomorrow
brings new
day new thoughts
replete night
~
image is from internet

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