Are we flying or hovering
My stomach is filled with butterflies
I’m floating above ground
It’s a euphoric feeling
So come pull me closer
Kiss me
I’m dying for your touch

Looking for inspiration but my brain is scrambled like eggs
Shake the feelings out
Forget pain exists
Pain
Pai
Pa
P
Pr
Pre
Prec
Preci
Precio
Preciou
Precious
I’m precious
That’s all the inspiration I need

Thinking of little feet pitter-pattering around the den
A child crying out for mommy to patch up a scraped knee
I yearn for this.

I don’t know if I want a man to father my child.
I’m thinking in vitro.
Or adoption.

Give me a sign, universe
I just want my life to move forward

I’m new to formatting my poetry
Can someone help me figure out Japanese Lantern poems and other forms?
Google isn’t a help

I look out my window and see snow falling down in perfect little flakes.
I wonder where all the birds have gone because I miss their chirping at my bedside.
I feel failed by a spring that won’t come early just for me.
I close my curtains and hope that when I get up in the morning the snow will be gone and the birds would be chirping on the windowsill.

Tomorrow is just another day, a relative term; so I guess we will have to see what happens.