The terrible tragedy of telling the truth
The love that's lost when lips are loose...
I inhaled sharply
Flinched internally...
Tell it to the wind
Your voice will carry further...
The eggs have gone off
And the milk is sour...
My head,
tilts to one side...
*Contest poem for club...
At our best we would have been just a far cry from...
At our worst you could have cemented the...
In days gone by the wind blew soft and new,
Just like a lover’s soft caressing kiss...
It wasn't wind or misty roads
That led me from your path...
Empty out the oceans and let them all drain dry,
Orphan every being and listen to them cry...
I row my teaspoon through my coffee
mulling over water that has passed...
The scent of spring, begins to wheeze,
and footsteps fade from winters freeze...