Her Beauty Blooms!
When she looks eye to eye and speaks her beauty blooms!
For once her petals open it is discovered
Woman blossoms when she feels beloved.
poetry
Superposition
Smile at me. And let us speak of mutual friends
And ends that shouldn’t justify the means
Yet hint at dreams that won’t stay still but bends
And forks, and fogs, and determines.
Mortal @ Wabi-Sabi
Don’t call me an angel. Don’t look
Right into the light.
It will wash in your every nook
And does not need your sight.
Rather see the vessel. Can you see
Cracked Open
There are gargoyles guarding
The hospital doors.
The wounded may come in as long as
They don’t get blood on to the floors.
Fernweh @ Grey on the Last Day
I haven’t got it bad. It is not an ‘addiction’, as some travel bloggers claim for themselves. I’m not a travel junkie. I don’t need it to feel whole. I don’t dislike the place I normally consider ‘home’.