The clouds to the left are etched 3D,
Black in front of fluffy white with crispy edges,
Just in sight.
They're high, and mighty.
Holding noise with spirits rife.
Courts of clouds respecting raindrops.
Hovering as giant birds.
It's raining now.
The only way to beat this heat,
Stifling,
Choking.
Thank heavens.
(c)Livvi

As if  pair of faded curtains my life draws to it's end.
Hopefully not too soon, I guess.
Bearing the wind through the overt windows
Teased by blanching sunlight,
Ripped by pulling fingers.
Dated tassels hung from saggy hems.
Wrinkled, in need of ironing.
Life is but one pressing engagement, leading to another.
Long fringe dresses my brow line,
Curtains that inhibit future vision.
Time for a hair cut perhaps.
Lighten the load.
(C) LIVVI

One on one,
Swimming upstream.
Meet and greet.
Growth and development.
Fluid sounds.
Crowning glory.
Gender unconfirmed.
Welcome to the world.
So what's to come.
No one knows,
Just begun
Life goes on.
(c)LIVVI

My eyes were closed.
Shut tight as a vacuum trapped,
Expression wanting to escape.
The teasing of the angels taunt.
Play with my heart as feelings taut,.
Deep rooted running wild as Japanese Knotweed,
White trumpets serenade silently.
I breathe somehow smiling.
Lordly messages profess.
Take a deep breath, breathe out regret.
And the popes' white smoke speak relief.
Freedom is heralded, loudly in mind.
And now I live once more.
(C) LIVVI