[Soaring Feather]

pellucid


my pellucid poetry leaves no room
for convoluted mysteries, expect
those I deem, remain cloaked in
shards of myth and myrrh
bits of hints may depict a scene
from yesterday filled with wit,
or soaked in tears of heartbreak
drenched in misery, mostly, though
clear as a bell when written
only to please.

SF

[secret garden]

Very nice. A+ for you!