White, light on sight,
as swans in a lake
flowing with a breeze,
fluffy puffs of spring
glide across my gaze.
As tiptoeing at midnight
lest we awaken ghosts,
floating, beyond reach—
like truffle, treacle tarts,
hover those clouds.
Category: Unplugged
Season’s here
Jump up, dance about
spread your arms and sing along
spring is your oyster
Babble
Radiating confidence
of teen-girl rebel
rattled by mother
rummaging her things,
defiantly stares
the young ‘un.
Eyes bulge, carefree,
dripping blueness
all over
father’s shoulder.
Against pink shirt
cotton bud cheeks
plump up
as lazy lashes
wink,
in slow motion
incessant
as instant replay.
Dribbles
liquid stardust
pixie magic
spayed on words
babbles baby.
Giving way
Winter weeps from trees
under the arch on Sunday
as time marries spring
Hiker
Sandy sunscreen
straw hat of dust
a coat of gravel
covering all
wanders woman
uphill.
Face to the sky
defying weariness
denying defeat
digs feet down
desperate
for peak.
Mean rebel
uncontrolled
know-it-all
unmarried still
questionably so
treks solo.
Runs away
plain after plain
to send back
pain after pain
as parental hopes
finds noose.
Beams wide
atop mountain
brighter than light
from within
comes peace
with freedom.
The Chaos Within 