Its quite a funny thing
My darling asked last night
She asked why the sky was pink
In the summers warm sky
I told her that little birds flew up
and painted it that way for all
But she giggled and said to me
Theres no air, they would fall!
When I was a young girl
I asked why the sky was blue
and when told it was painted that way
I took those words as pure truth
But my darling I am proud
that you question what is said
that will help you will be aware of those
Whose lies to you are fed

is the title of my self-published poetry book-- it will have stuff not seen by anyone or hello poetry, so tune in, if you wanna.

You must let the kids
sing in the rain, darling.

I'll keep fighting for you until you love me.
I won't let you slip away not again.
You may be in love with him...
But let me tell you this darling.
He'll never love you the way I do.
Don't make this mistake please
Stay with me
Not just tonight
But forever

falling grace destroys
May eyes

November's thrill
of cold nights
made warm by
coupling
Is
distant view
past April
fawning. As I failed
while rampant sap
slamming into buds
forcing tender tips
into still harsh
winds.

my eyes shut tight
coward's that feared
tears made sharp, as
ice, would slice
your beauty from
perception.

single sensed you are not.

blossoms scent carried you away.
Flush of palest green
became a tender pastel of
pinks with deep set dark
honey centres.

They fell in May. I gathered and
as fool grabbed handfuls to fling
in air commanding they stay there.
again.

you. gravid. new grace. Swelled
rosy cheeked preparing to fall.

Trying to sever the connection we once had ready to go
Why hold on and fight me when you already know
We once stood together in the mirror of life
Now shattered and separated cut with a knife
Our hearts are paper torn and burned to ash
We both knew this wouldn't last
I'm done trying to get you
I'm just asking for one final chance to let you know how much you ment to me
How much I love you