Bolaro

Origins A family home Babies born A loving tone Five grew here And so many more A yard of wonder To explore Backyard of grass The concrete path To garaged back Wooden table’s hearth Those wooden steps To piled rocks Where mud pies baked Incinerator pops The gardened walls The climbing tree Way to the…

Lioness

She stalks her prey through grasses tall, in savannah brown, dressed for this ball. This dance begins downwind of breeze, queen lioness on bended knee. Hunched low in dress so still in wait; a drying pool, the zebra bait. A shift in wind stripes pick the scent so startled now queen in descent. She lunges…

Wish

I made a wish on a shooting star, coursing through the blackened sky. It was not for me it was for you. I wished you well. Oh to see you fly. MT

This WordPress commune

Words they are just words, Periods? A bloody mess. Apostrophes so possessive, Whilst commas give us breath. Ellipses have geometry, Colons are full of shit. Sentences are such punishment And semicolons continue it. Poetry dances stories and Prose, it sets them straight. Whatever your mind brings on, Gives birth to something great. Something you’ve created…