Some friendships never die—
& others simmer softly
In a boiling kettle of
Falling in love with her
Was a lot like wading in a stream:
I chose to sit in the shallows
Instead of drifting into the Ocean
Of my wildest dreams.
Colors that caress the eyes
With majestic hues grace our souls
In comfort and expression;
A devout offering of love
From those that came before us
To every generation since.
Inspiration is a fickle wind
that can drift by like a hurricane
or sink down into a lowly cavern,
never to be seen again.
She is the aquifer beneath our feet-
Or a warm wave crashing on to
a moonlit beach.
It doesn't matter what you go through,
Her name will always stay the same.
A thunder strike at midnight
will keep you writing till noon
if your mind stays open to the waters
of her cascading monsoon.
In a world with
pain sorrow suffering
grief corruption mourning
angst yearning loving fighting,
where are the poets who bring us
joy through their delightful writings?
Una colada con dos croquetas
me da mas alegria que tener monedas