She sits with manicured toes
watching clouds of black birds
sketching figure eights in her barren yard
trying hard not to waste her tears
during this arduous drought
failing to quench her aqueous desires
that call ebb & flow
evolving into a revolutionary
state of mind, attempting to find nirvana in this armpit on the sun
seduced by the fisherman’s lure
She grieves over abandoned plans
to dance with the jellyfish,
electric maidens twirling
on Titanic’s grave
She questions this brave new world
a wishful mermaid dehydrating in the sand
Nice muse; Lets imagine first that armpit inspired nirvanic moment, being sure to avoid those jellyfish. What is thy hearts desire? Don't let them steel your fire while holding the bellows of decorum. If we really love self then everybody else won't be able to resist!
Such opportunities await thee. Happy trails...
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
Such opportunities await thee. Happy trails...