They say it heals wounds
And it is more powerful than swords.
They say it hunts quicker than hounds
And can destroy a kingdom of lords.
They say it gives you power
And can flourish any flower.
They say it cuts faster than the knife,
And is a double edged weapon in life;
What they say is based on thee:
on the beauty of your heart's key.
My mirth was great when i knew
That all what i said was a clue:
Love is like magic
And it always will be,
Love is sometimes panic
But in the box of life- is a mystery.
Streets covered by mist,
But I have seen your name on my list.
Your name melts the fog,
And your eyes were diamonds in the bog.
Springlets stood still,
But your beauty can fill
My point of view in beauty, on my bill.
Categories:
springlets, beauty, feelings, love, passion,
Form: Quatrain
(She opened the door to a Wolf holding Red Roses who said,
"Your father is gone. I bring the news. He stumbled in the woods,
and peace found HIM. Never mind. Can I come in?")
Sticks and stone and forest Bones
Paths that lose their way towards home
Springlets, brooks; streams that flow.
Dappled rays as the breezes go.
Lost is something, where is it though?
Moss on rocks and fallen boughs
Base of trees
Leading where?
Timid beings hidden, scared.
Bones of the earth.
The harvest of my plate.
As a new bird's neck stretches,
Blind, helpless for its mother's sake.
Categories:
springlets, longing,
Form: Free verse