See you on Sunday
when the anniversary blooms
have your bellows ready for those
alto tunes...
LOL
Blossoms in Their Time
Like the rare flowers of the century plant
anniversaries come in their time
bound up in gentle rhyme
shared by those who refuse to accept ‘can’t’
Wordsmiths, some young or now old
crafting thoughts and dreams with but words
to share and speak until we perceive the art heard
to dare so open and honest and bold
Each a stone in the flagstone floor of poetry
upon which we build a house of appreciation
placed with quiet hope and somber dedication
before we slip away to see what else may be
Inner Playground
In the hidden garden of the passive mind
grow delicate flowers we call dreams
where in we entwine reality and fiction
creating landscapes on an inner canvas
wherein fantasy flies and then to pass
evading all those things creating friction
now playing under silvered moonbeams
surprising us with what we’re apt to find