My heart is like a fruit
that’s cold and blue,
Through life, hot-oven-baked
into a scone.
This process feels like ****,
I must admit.
Though drawing lovely flavors
all my own,
Presented on a platter
just for you!
Tag: poetry
A Perfumer’s Resolution
Has every flowerd field been seen before?
Have all exotic incenses been burned?
Can you explore in twenty twenty-four?
I’d like to think adventures are still earned.
There’s still another view outside this door.
A Poet’s Essence
From this hard week, I need a soft release!
To lay and write of sarsaparilla notes.
No difference to me: None read poetry!
So I will verbalize of root-beer floats
That, from a rough day, I’ll have something sweet.
Healthy Diversions?
It’s time to write a bit of poetry.
I weighed myself, I lost about five pounds.
I’m angry but I wouldn’t speak of this…
I’m really boosting up my workout rounds.
And now to read from Shakespeare’s commentary.
Rosy Thinking
All day longi I mulled over my problems,
Except the moment that I smelled a rose.
I guess I’d rather write about perfume.
People forget to stop and tip their nose
But, self destructive minds, we’ve all got em.