Three Cautions

Beware...

Resentment stalks the night troubling dreams

Encroaching on restful slumber, weaving fairy

Tales of castles drawn in air made turbulent

By tempest sweep. Hold her not too tightly

To your breast, lest she make you weep.

Trouble not your heart...

With quarrelsome folk who take a broom

To corners best left alone, And swirling ‘round

The dust cannot abide air unencumbered by the bitter grime

Of harsh undulant discourse except it come

Through subtle falsity.

All Is Not As It Seems...

Oh woe of man and bottles emptied dry to

Bare appease the wounded appetite of creeping

Vines in thickets of distress, where vultures hide, moreover,

Souls laid bare—undressed in darkness masquerade

As light.

©

Linda settles

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