Tumbleweeds

My mind-

a barren

wasteland

Devoid

of words

that enrich

its soil

A desolation

so desperate

I

yearn

the

dance

of

tumbleweeds



Twaddling ee

Sincerely, I am free
I care not for this spelling bee
I simply want to speak in ee

I proffer you read patiently
whatever hath come over me
a verse delivered on a spree
and rhymes with my beloved sea

exactly where I'd rather be

In this port of homily
I justify sobriety
from jotting alcoholically
and sticking with reality

These words insult my vanity
not writing thoughts prolifically
but boredom zapped my energy
whilst wading through my draft's debris

I think now I'll submit a plea
to search for; expeditiously
my muse, that is an absentee
and left me here to twaddle ee

mind you-- ostentatiously.

Lisa V.
17 years free~

Saved

Cotton sheers sweep window's sill

basking in billowy waves

March is blowing kisses today

not knowing the soul she saves

Winter's blanket weeps farewell

to tear-drenched fertile earth

Birds now chirping from quieted tunes

awaiting the splendor's birth

Soon the sun will fill the days

as colored blooms explode

Whilst songs of season's symphony

encompass heart's abode

Valentine

We strolled beyond
quixotic moon
lover’s cliché
and gifts to swoon

Love’s perfect heart
was not in foil

Its labored life;
collision’s turmoil

I remember Love’s face
in sterile light

amongst machines
and angel's invite

Not ever again
could one day be so fine
as an any-day memory

of my Valentine

Winter's Ballet

I dare embrace this winter bane
Its naked scape; incites disdain
Compelling smiles for trees that wane

Remembering, they'll be lush again

But twisted boughs create a stance
Aplomb; in wait, for snowflake’s chance
To 'Pas de deux' their blustery dance

Then pirouette- to spring’s romance


izzey