.
                       I dared to dream

                          Now we're walking

                              Hand in hand

I'm both too much
and too little,
a full moon and
an eclipse;
I have never
known balance.

Ten word poems are cliche. Who even writes those things?

A boastful man in constant search of his own reflection will find relief by the riverbank .. Till the very moment he's dragged to his death by a hungry alligator ...

Little flower, little flower
So delicate and slight
Your petals so perfect
As they look to the light

Little flower, little flower
You stand your own ground
Graceful and bold
Your colours astound

Little flower, little flower
The bees kiss you gently
Memorised by your scent
They reprint you perfectly

Little flower, little flower
The beauty that you are
Those who want you captured
Plucked and put in a jar

I write in concrete;
find mystery in the real
and the everyday.