#publishedpoetry
He was finally a bookworm.
So he'd cracked open the champagne
and tasted the victory,
all it had needed was consistency,
with a sprinkle of meticulous attitude
and the boundaries had been breached,
the glass ceiling shattered -
escaping the chasm of 'can't' or 'won't'
which used to draw him in.
But, now he had the will, the nerve, the enthusiasm:
he had the gumption!
Another glass of citrus bubble divine
outweighing tomorrow's
swallowed implications,
foot-tapping along
to jazzed-up songs,
misty-eyed no more,
alive with the yellow daffodils of spring.
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 4:52 PM UTC
‘A festive song for thy ears’,
Sang the jovial busker;
Brimming with gratitude,
With pennies of silver
Or the coppers from well-worked hands,
The heavy gold of the rich;
Once weighed down pockets
Generously giving.
‘A festive song for thy hearts’,
Sang the jovial busker;
Playing with precision,
With clarity and care
Or the subtlety of pristine art,
The blending sound of the voice
Soothingly warming.
Feb 5, 2022
Feb 5, 2022 at 12:50 PM UTC