I’ve always been a little daft,
When it comes to the matters of the heart.
Like a slowly drowning raft,
Building my house of glass and cards.
I promise myself, jaded,
This time, I’ll take a step back.
Standing in the wardrobe of my feelings, raided,
Dumb-founded, I’m here again.
Surprising myself, I’m not worried,
I know I’ll start again.
My best friends, bunches of peonies,
Sea water and a little time again.
March 23, 2019
Staring blankly ahead, as the discreet tapping of the rain began,
Blooming Peonies in the vase on the table by the window,
Like caught in a moment of joyous wonder, her hand in his hand.
As the sky tore up faster, pouring with lightning and thunder,
Dressed in hurried slippers, stolen kisses and gleaming gazes,
The umbrella left astray, they jumped on their feet.
Growing muddles in the park, mixed with that fresh smell of rain,
They danced around in their garden,
Adding the sounds of laughter to the chain.
In these little memories of time,
Of love, of laughter and of his contagious smile,
She quietly took a picture – one for her mind.
January 22, 2019
SWATINESS 