#posy
its harder to speak than to yell.
and harder to yell than to.....think.
but.
as the slumber passes, and the daisies awake.
i feel as if i could talk to you.
just talk.
it might not be a real conversation.
because i might jut blink. and the time i felt i could talk.
would have dashed away from me.
in the night, the stars form into flowers.
others see constellations, or space stations.
but i am unique. i see picturesque flowers bathing in the night glow.
iris. rose. both in bloom. blossoming from the roots of the starry night.
it is really easy to know.
just harder to
speak.
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC
THERE WAS A LITTLE BOY IN LONDON
WHO WAS VISITING THE QUEEN
A POSY HE WAS GIVING
BUT HIS TANTRUM WAS THE SCENE
AS A YOUNG CHILD
WHAT COULD YOU DO
WHEN THE QUEEN IS APPROACHING
AND WILL SAY HELLO TO YOU
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 10:53 PM UTC
One little posy
Stood still in place
Afraid of the pain
All these thorns could inflict
One little posy
Grew tired and weak
It realized its doom
And gave up so soon
One little posy
Got choked up by thorns
In a bush of roses
Where it did not belong
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 9:24 AM UTC