Friday, November 21, 2014

Thought forms



To some, I am attached. 
Like cheeky spiders they
drop from the ceiling
without invitation or warning.

Others stand aside,
devoutly shelved next
to venerable old tomes
I may or may not have read.

Friday, February 14, 2014

On Valentine's Day

on a moonlit morning
we'll have a cup of tea...



(to be continued as it is continued
in the morning's moonlight probably)