Cornflower eyes are selfie-less.
My copper-toned hair, conspicuous.
My playful scarf binds my cares,
Softly flits about
My windblown countenance.
I lose myself in perspicacity,
Alluring and enigmatic,
Expressive but not yielding,
Meandering through past times.
Not tactless - the mirror is gold.
Indecent exposure is snapped,
But I enhance my craft
Against my will with the permanence
Of paint, setting my eyes on the brink,
A musing on the West Yorkshire Moors.
I am more than a Muir’s ghost,
I am a sumptuous recollection of Eve.
Categories:
corry, art,
Form: Ekphrasis
Teeger the tiger fidgeting, listening to Corry
read a bedtime story.
Bobby the spider is walking on a wire his web on fire.
He is climbing higher and higher, head feeling lighter and lighter.
A human dropped a water bottle on a bright sunny day that lit his home on fire.
Bobby the spider said, "How can that be fair? I will try to reach the tire!"
Mommy is yelling! Teeger the tiger jumped up and fled.
“Tommy, turn off the light it is time to go to bed."
2-1-2018
Categories:
corry, imagination, mom, son, sunshine,
Form: Rhyme