Luna

Half a moon in the dark sky

Silvery bright she shines

Lovely alas so lonely,radient without mar

Flirty stars millions of light years away

Too afraid to approach

Turn on and off for her

Close to gaze yet so far

Eye of the Storm

Falling by the wayside

Rats abandoning the ship

A boon or a menace

Only time will reveal

 

Alone against a storm

Facing the howling wind

Under attack from every angle

But steadfast and willed

 

The Artist

I write what I think
he reads what I write
and paints my thoughts so vividly
A perfect imprint of my thoughts
as though he wrote what I thought
and I painted what he wrote

Decoding Poetry

Poetry is complicated
Is it not
I don’t understand the writing
Is he talking about himself or a fort
What is that poet trying to convey
I try to get my head around but it leaves me in dismay
His flowery words and sometimes not so rhyming lines
Or random words that pop in time
I wish I could grasp the meaning of it all
But im not a poet,I don’t get it at all

Oh the green creeps up on you

Yesterday it was a dusty desert

Today its flowers blossoming

Tommorrow they wither and die

The Unknown

Don’t judge a book by its cover
Or each passing day by its weather
Don’t  judge,cause you never will know
The little surprises life has in store

Priceless

For that beaming smile
All that money spent seems so worthwhile
For those zillion thank yous
You deserve much more than due

Sale Ahoy

Hoards of people

Lines oh endless lines

Patiently waiting for those comfort buys

Tired legs,fatigued minds

Retail therapy isn’t for the fainthearted

Prisoner of Thoughts

Trapped behind glass doors she stares
Out into the bustling world below
Where noise and laughter fill the air
Where lights forever are aglow

Bound by shackles,she longs to break free
But thoughts of fear keeps her at bay
Fear of failure and rejection
Forces this free sprited woman to stay

So trapped she lies behind these glass doors
As patiently she awaits a chance to spread her wings
To see the world in all its glory
To experience life and all it brings

I write..

I see
I observe
I watch
Never knowing what I’m looking for

I speak
I talk
I prate
Yet never knowing what to say