Joys Pleasure

JOYS PLEASURE Your slumbering silence is too loud But noise is the product of a crowd, The streams forgot to faintly flow Around a stale compassion show The breeze blew birdbugs & butterflies Bringing brimstone by the bus-stops, Fair fine foam flew faster than foggy fogs, The furrow ferociously followed for free And sweet as swansong sounds couldn't be. My joy is now born of poor partying pathological parents Partly paddling past positive possibilities, Their pleasure pleases the poor & pauper Though pleasure's free, she can not leap Or run free while melancholy is assumably asleep. Let your joy escape the false glare of the night's sky Dancing deliciously like a bubbly butterfly To spread it wings in nature's light, Slightly single-handedly smouldering on seared sight. VickWizzy Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP} Copyright©12th December, 2019. # MyInspiration #PicturePersonified