"pinc" poems
yesterday was sky and small dresses,
all work, some worry due to tiredness.
yesterday the green house came, different
than expected, yet a treat none the less.
sometimes we miss the hyphen, the proper
format, we are not as expected either. yet
we does our best, sits in the suns, and plan
to hang dresses in the trees.
the sky is pinc this morning.
not a typo, pinc is welsh for pink,
as i have said before.
sbm.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
it is another lanuage,
pinc, is welsh for pink.
small boys submit
digital, unlike the gate,
that glows rightly.
the touch of colour
is genius. some of us
are not, yet forge forward
with obsession, madness,
variety of colours.
there is another language.
sbm.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC
the old blanket is new,
a find from brynkir mill,
the new blanket is old,
have had it a while.
"I watch the blanket breathe,
hope it will never stop.
pinc, cellular, keeping warm,
the one I love.
scares me, this intensity of feeling,
that never stops,
and continues when the blanket lays quiet……
pinc is welsh for pink"
sbm.
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 3:29 AM UTC