Random Blues

Random Blues

Home Desk:

Piles of neglected notebooks eyeball mournfully
I tap away mulling thoughts in deliberate strokes
Daubs, drips, dribble on Face book’s chinned pages~

Beached

Skiffs at ocean’s edge
Are akin to those teasing chocolates under wraps
Pleasure lies in firsthand handling~

Property:

All of three, kid tumbling inside, blurted “we want a house”
Clutching a furry beat up bear to his chest, we said,
“Honey, come back when you are six feet tall”

Milk Carton  

Kindly suggest fitting mug shots
For placement on milk cartons, mom grieving
Under age nymphet poems, have run away from home~

Seasons

Beauty is in the eyes of be(er)holders
Winter sportsmen, love heavily falling snow
Sore-eyed, snow felled, long for eternal summers~

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