A BATTLE RAGES
Within walls of my mind
as words bounce, flounce
and dance wildly.
To create a verse, perhaps terse
It is my choice to voice
Whether prettily nice or not
For sharp shards of thunder rain
to fall, sting nastily on hatless head
or
Soft, sweet droplets of a summer shower
to freshen and soften sun baked clay
and so soothe my tempest strewn brain.
© MRL 21/03/23
A VISITOR
Came silently in the night
To slide between me and my wife
Speaking in a continuous rhythm
Like rattling leaves in a breeze
A language unknown.
Like an attractive foreign song
Will penetrate ones’ heart-brain
As sweet scents of leaves
dissipate in a summers breeze
To a mystic realm of everness !
© MRL February 2023
I am changing my diet.
From meat to grain
both fed by sunshine
Similar yet different
a connotation under stood.
Swift silent stiletto
sheared a friendship.
When first line misunderstood
The portcullis is fixed down
and I am without… alas, alas.
Gone now into emptiness
words and phrases shared.
For what was their worth
those well meaning words.
Now that all is destroyed.
I am changing my diet…
Yet again !
©MRL Feb2023
