In the cracking land of a dessert's mouth,
A flower felt a rolling drought.
Cutting it's own leaves and petals,
It writhed in thirst as a dying trout.
Praying from it's diminishing sprout,
for a hovering blessing, a single cloud!
It fell limp! Begged and wailed:
"End the curse; this scorching flout!"
And moisture, it's love, then shamelessly avouched:
"Kill your wait, start living without!
I nourish a place that makes me proud.
This love for me shall end in drought!"
The flower heard in helpless slouch,
Obeying, it grew needles to grouch!
The flower that which love was about,
Turned by pain into a cactus of drought!
Categories:
avouched, lonely, lost love,
Form: Ballad
To the three eggs in the brood,
The mother-hen announced:
The journey begins.
But the first egg protested:
I will not be a chick;
Hungry eagles waft in the air.
And the second egg declared:
I will not be a chick;
Looking for crumb to eat.
Only the third egg avouched:
I will not just be a chick,
I will grow comb and crow.
So the two eggs rotted in the brood
And the black ants fed on them.
Only the third egg grew comb and crowed.
The journey Begins,
I will not just be a chick,
I will grow comb and crow.
10/11/15
Categories:
avouched, desire, inspirational, life, success,
Form: Verse