It is May Day
Not a sign of the tulips blooming
The sun won’t stay behind the clouds forever,
Said the weatherman
What the hell do they know”.
I woke up with the intention of burning
The African scented candle stick: forgetting
That I didn’t purchased them yesterday:
Darkness fell upon this May morn
The air is cold and gloomy: somehow my
Favorite visitors took time from the morning routine,
Landed on my window and sang to me
I texted my brother and reminded him
To water the roses,
Trimmed the dry leaves,
On my outdoor patio upstairs
I remember May Day long ago
When I finally broke the *****
I have pondered about that old lover
From time to time: with a genuine smile
So far my memories is kind to me,
There is a picture of a rooster on the kitchen wall
it reminds me of my grandmother kitchen
Where food wasn’t an abundant
Despite adversity:
but lots of love was there in that old house:
Dark sky can dampen one spirit.
However, a hot cup of coffee, a keyboard
Can boost ones energy,
Composing a poem, a happy poetess
Or a game of slots can brings out the art of creativity
As she takes on the morning with a few
Words, a few lines, hoping to put a smile
On the faces of sadness
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC
It is May Day
Not a sign of the tulips blooming
The sun won’t stay behind the clouds forever,
Said the weatherman
What the hell do they know”.
I woke up with the intention of burning
The African scented candle stick: forgetting
That I didn’t purchased them yesterday:
Darkness fell upon this May morn
The air is cold and gloomy: somehow my
Favorite visitors took time from the morning routine,
Landed on my window and sang to me
I texted my brother and reminded him
To water the roses,
Trimmed the dry leaves,
On my outdoor patio upstairs
I remember May Day long ago
When I finally broke the *****
I have pondered about that old lover
From time to time: with a genuine smile
So far my memories is kind to me,
There is a picture of a rooster on the kitchen wall
it reminds me of my grandmother kitchen
Where food wasn’t an abundant
Despite adversity:
but lots of love was there in that old house:
Dark sky can dampen one spirit.
However, a hot cup of coffee, a keyboard
Can boost ones energy,
Composing a poem, a happy poetess
Or a game of slots can brings out the art of creativity
As she takes on the morning with a few
Words, a few lines, hoping to put a smile
On the faces of sadness
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