Give it to me please, oh sweet validation.
Relieve this bitter, dull life's frustration.
I dream honeyed words - of affirmation.
Such an inventive imagination.

Oh please, kind stranger... A like for a like?
Comment for comment? Follow for follow?
Repost my poems, stories, pictures, tweets;
tiktoks, videos, quotes and recipes?

NO.

My phone is exiled, across stormy sea.
Numbers don't mean a dicky bird to me.

Thank you kind stranger,
for reading my piece.
Sighting me create -
finally release.

I try to appreciate the flowers
Through heavy meaning
To note their beauty

Soft, soothing pinks
Clean, chaste whites...

Light lips and linen

Cool, curving petals
Straight, strong stems...

Ice cream and iron

Slick, satin ribbon
Mild, muted bow...

Preacher and flock

Tending, growing
Cutting, packing
Loading, driving
Sorting, bunching
Wrapping, tying
Lifting, giving
Offering...

So much life
Into this subdued
Tribute to its loss

Polished pedestal,
solid and steady.
Up you go, my dear;
get yourself ready.

I will gawk and stare;
kneel, praise and compare.

Until my knees bruise,
ego worse for wear,
eyes ache and vocal
chords all waste away.

So, tell me abou-
nevermind darling.
Your charcater is
near done constructing.

I cannot take it,
the trillion triggers.

The impatient 'di-dum'
of posey fingers.
The conceited 'snip-snap'
of makeup-mirrors.
The piercing 'peep-peep'
of jeering fellows.
The stuck-up 'click-clack'
of sour stilettos.

Can the world please stop?
Just for a moment?