Tilly

Tilly Apr 2012

Awoken, slowly stretching,
her dark spots remain the same;
prefers breakfasting upon naked flesh,
claws mark her wanton claim.

she sleeps
unless/until
some fool wakes her!
;)

Tilly Apr 2012

Precious timewasting..(10W)

Mummy's
blowing
loving kisses
wrapped in
swirling
rainbow orbs

PoP!

for baby Joseph x

Tilly Apr 2012

Visualizing my belief...(poem art)

When life'*****
you
d
o
w
n
onto
your knees

will
your
eyes
b
e
l
i
e
v
e
                              what you can see.

           F                                          &
            o                                       A
              r                                    l
          e                              w
          v                       a
         e            y
      r . s

Remembering that amongst the dark there is always light ..
and sometimes you need a light hearted take on it :)

Tamaso Ma Jyotir Gamaya
~ from darkness lead me to light ~
a beautiful addition from the lovely VG, thank you x

Tilly Apr 2012

Entitled! to my opinion..

Exploding!
.. as it does these days
from lovely little me.
Both lovers verse and vitriol
are flowing out in seas.
Erupting!*
.. she's this lioness
with lap top on her knee.
Exposing!
thoughts in black & white
for ALL the World to see.

Everything is given.
How sorry should I be?

When
Search Engines find her roaring.

"Who
does she write about?"

So with poetic justice, I'm busted!

Why*
the truth hurts
without a doubt!

Inspired by my charming walking companion, Edward, after his comments on Single Mamma Swag :)
I wanted to explore the difference between writing me and me (She and I) and the possible consequences thereafter.

**** and Blast! that Save poem as 'Public' button ...

*cheeky wink*

Tilly Mar 2012

Single Mamma Swag...

Deadbeat dad,
you can't compete with the patter of tiny feet.

Forever...
Shall I strive to be Mum & Dad in spite of thee.

You had your chance and made your choice
(..."and missed so much" in the saddest voice).

So distant, both in words and deeds,
both empty since you sowed the seed.

He was made with love, only mine.
So listen now...
We'll be just fine!

Tilly Mar 2012

Tangled...

Fragile but deadly.
The early morning dew glistens on the spiders web.

I understand that spider more each passing day,
as our own web slowly grows.

Uniquely beautiful she caught us willingly
with her true realities ignored.

Collecting the tiniest of details,
we decorated the silken strands with our memories and dreams,

Tangled in the bejewelled abyss is where we'll wait,
amongst our pleasure and the poison.

— The End —