A Nursery Rhyme

FIVE SIX  – Pick up sticks

The world’s hardened you with cheap tricks

A Love Song

A simple board now transformed

Muscles flex securing the hold

Strongly fastened to a tree

The Windowsill

Sitting in the windowsill of my bedroom with my knees pulled up to my chin feeling powerless and full of hate

I Suppose

Where do you place broken pieces of color?

I suppose I will one day display them with pride

until then I’ll hide them

beneath my mosaic collar

Whispering vines

As a canopy spread over delicate leaves

wilting growth reached for speckled light

finding its way through

The Sun — Ivor.Plumber/Poet

I am re-posting this from Ivors page as it has a wonderful music video included that warmed my heart. I hope you take the time to watch. Its worth the four minute feel good break it will give you. Happy listening. Haiku: The Sun The fiery sun burns Bitumen melts underfoot Tomatoes glow red Ivor…

A Beacon

BE SOMEONES LIGHT INSTEAD OF EXTINGUISHING YOUR OWN. 

Once upon a time

A jet stream blew in one day and merged the paralleling winds creating a gale force storm like no other before.

Fresh Air

When will you purge the past that cultivates and nurtures deadly mold?