I ordered a dress
colour of snowflakes with a
pretty flower hem

Being a big size
I wondered how i would look
wearing a white dress

Its got short sleeves too
Also like two white flowers
blossoming on earth

I asked my Dean for
his advice he said it looked
lovely and I smiled

Now I need new shoes
colour of magnolia
with a wedge heel

But more like a small
kitten heel otherwise I
shall fall upon ground

Dean and our boys need
to go suit shopping for
our big wedding day

But o dear they seem
to be always busy , so we
girls of the house raised

our voices until
they got heard like a disco
of rapping music :)

I need to buy a
nice tan belt to wrap around
pretty white soft dress

To liven up the
colour to jazz it up with
an extra big smile

Tis a nice white dress
I feel like a spring flower
ready for summer

This morning it stormed
Lighting flashed, thunder rolled, rain fell...
All gone now

Just a sweet scent of rain in the air
And a steady wind are left to remind me
....such beauty

The birds celebrate with a cacophony of calls
That chase each other through the air
all vying to be heard

The trees dressed in their best
Dance in the breeze to their music
I sit, blessed to watch the show

It hits me, as it so often does
Most especially on days like these
God is such an artist....my favorite in fact

I wonder whether
     in my advanced maturity
I'm getting sappy -
    a sign of second childhood
    regression as progress … ?

when even cheesy happy ends
on late night television movies
almost bring tears to my eyes

or is it just
fulfillment on the screen
     of ancient human dreams
that we can live in harmony
     happy in peace
    instead of war

no bombs  no deadly rockets
no children lost to famine or to terror
no need to flee the rubble
     of what used to be your home

I guess I‘m getting sappy

Listen to the birds in the morning
Take advantage while it's still cold outside
Go for a walk,
A run,
Just to leave the house
Before the day hits 40
Your eyes still droop
But you ignore the pain in your legs
That came from lack of use
The songs in your head
Replace them
From the bittersweet and violent
To celebration and victory
As you lie in your bed
Thoughts still racing
With the battles in another story
That isn't yours anymore
Right now
You haven't seen the sky so blue
In so long
It hasn't felt like autumn in months
So go out
While this world
Is still cold enough to hold you

Count your blessing and all you have
Love one another and have their back
One simple phone call to hear your voice
Brought tears to my eyes and love in my heart
To hear your voice and know your okay
Made me feel special in every way
I will always support you and be there for you
Friends stay together since we've know each other since preschool
Stay strong and keep your chin held high
I will never walk away and just say goodbye
One day soon we will get together and may cry
But you are my friend and I will always love you big guy....

.
Wrapping the sky
      around shoulders of grief,
prepared shuffles of aimless motion
in time,
     a hood of moons
transpire to illuminate,
          conveying the dissolution
of reason and rhyme,
as logic takes a bullet and bites the dust
resplendent in a cloak
     of transparent darkness swirling,
          a veil drops
like the final curtain,
with the august play about to commence,
     the actors, forward,
          taking a bow of silence,
to an absent audience who do not care,
the arrival at platform zero,
     of nowhere,
          travelling to nothing on a vacant train,
an instant express to the heart
     of the void,
carrying hallucinations
          in a purse
                    of stars,
Promise rides a chariot of blessing,
yielding a gift
     sugar coated in
          images and
                    words.


© Pagan Paul (11/04/18)