Best On Writing And Wordshair Poems
LLeda's bronzed fingertips
gently brushed the onyx wisps
of hair from her furrowed brow
times of yesteryear now
flirting with her thoughts;
mingled like grapevines, caught
between fantasy, and reality, remains
a lifetime of her dreams scattered
as broken glass from a windowpane
Such childish games... Yet, unshattered
is her brain, and the heart which keeps her sane
Clearing the vines and glass
A beacon of light does flash
As LLeda's bronzed fingertips
gently brushed the onyx wisps
of hair from her once furrowed brow
my feet are bare
my hair is wet
fresh from the shower
my comforts met
best time of night
relaxed, content
thoughts of work gone
no need to vent
these calming hours
before I sleep
with pen in hand
my thoughts run deep
poetic lines
from my mind flows
at end of day
creativity grows
my feet are bare
my hair is wet
this is about as good
as it can get