In these wintry days of cold winds wafting,
far too many wrinkled faces wear a frown.
With my attitude, I keep smiling and laughing
even though the world seems to be upside down.
I pretend I'm Holly Golightly, Audrey Hepburn,
whose blithe spirit is in my body and soul.
Worries and troubles, I do my best to spurn,
never allowing any issues to take full control.
I dance when upset instead of flying into a rage.
Usually, it's just finding the right song to sing.
I wear a feathered boa, but I'm not a bird in a cage,
so don't try to capture me when I'm on the wing.
I appreciate everyday mundane things,
snowflakes on my tongue, raindrops on my finger,
the simplest of joys that happiness brings,
and peacefulness that allows serenity to linger.
Pettiness is a burden I choose not to carry.
The weight of the world is not mine to shoulder.
I smell the roses in my garden and tarry
so, my free spirit will thrive as I grow older.
Amongst the living there walks the dead
No blithe spirits will be ever found
With envious eyes of crimson red
Shadows the living without a sound
In limbo cast to raise Hell on Earth
No longer a furtile life to make
They hunger long for a new rebirth
And an endless thirst for souls to take
I looked out my window,
At the gloomy grey sky.
When I saw a butterfly,
Flitting blissfully by.
Unfettered by worries,
Not shackled by woe,
A blithe Lepidoptera,
And its aerial show.
The patter of raindrops,
Fazed it not a bit,
Blithely it glided,
On my window did sit.
Ever so nonchalantly,
It fluttered its wings.
Not a care in the world,
What a fortunate thing!
If only my soul,
Could a butterfly be.
Gallivant in my small world,
Unburdened and free!
the half moon, content
with itself...though incomplete
it grins, nonetheless
high up in the cold
starless, pitch-black firmament
yet blithely smiling
Date written and posted: 05/04/2019
The Enamoured Worlds of The Blithe and Reckless Heart
“Kiss.” She said
we kissed long deep kisses
sighs of breathing wrapping phantasms around us
of womanhood of manhood
Isis smiled “such a sweet doom to be talked to so.”
“Have you any secrets ?” she asked
“Only one.” I said
“And which one is that ?” she asked
“I can’t,” I said, “its an enigma.”
She laughed then
warm air and hot sun blew our bodies through our hair
like autumn leaves we fell we fell for each other like autumn leaves
just as we had fallen in the summer with sky painted sun
Looking at her I thought of winter
trying to look like a snowflake and kiss her
she shivered clever girl
smiling looking like a Daffodil
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