Serving that teaspoon of wishes bright
luminous, the night has a thousand eyes.
There is something about a wintry night.
That purposeful frost in the air might
bring to life a few dormant excited cries,
serving that teaspoon of wishes bright.
A bit of a nibble without that harsh bite
an idea can turn into the latest franchise.
There is something about a wintry night.
Warming you from the inside despite
silence sometimes replacing replies,
serving that teaspoon of wishes bright.
Silken sprinkles full of star-flakes excite
instigating a flurry of high pitched cries.
There is something about a wintry night.
You borrow a little and share that light,
you’re the talent and all of the supplies.
Serving that teaspoon of wishes bright,
there is something about a wintry night.
I love to pour a gallon of
ideas in the bowl
But there are times a teaspoon's all
one needs to fill the soul
Worries warts and a teaspoon
a mosquito lives inside my liver
He escaped from the falling dune
to make me his caregiver
he brings his worries he brings his warts
He crawls through my nose
But alas his passport
my liver makes room
As he feasts on pink flower flesh
To make new
A new cocoon
I feel him writhe
I feel him slither
battle of my gushy mushy internal river
sting my finger for the egg
As sweet and bister as nutmeg
And place my nipper in my ear
Where she too
Will inch on through
On a teaspoon of worries and warts
a bitter taste of sorts
I listen to the whispers
Oh how nice
oh how kind
What a friend
What a find
A mosquito lives inside
Worries warts and a teaspoon
Forever, forever
God emperor of the dune
...in the beginning and nearing the end
we become as baby sparrows
with teaspoon heartbeats
veined wrinkled heads
the starry harps of heaven
guiding every gilded breath...
Bite-sized poem no.13
The magical teaspoon
Shiny like sun in the afternoon
Dull like the dreaded vaccine
Yet a powerful little machine
The liquid loves to swirl on her stage
The silent waves sit on her miniscule page
It's a joy to be small because she runs at her own pace
Low expectations yet she's never late
To give the medicine to the sickly child
To stir the sugar in the tea in such a style
To measure in her scale, sometimes piled
She does it all from fork to knife in urgency's tide
I am drinking a cup of coffee,
without Sugar
I am happy i am having coffee,
but it's still too bitter..
A teaspoon of your smile
can save my hot cup...
So that's why i love it
when you smile...
Because it pours the sweetness
to my bitter coffee life......
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