Spring lily…
I’ll bloom, I’ll open up, and grow like a lily to the heat of Spring… And wait for you to pick me up…. At long last. .
Category: Prose
Micro poésie du vendredi…
Pas choisi, non… Pas tout à fait et C’est la beauté de la chose… La vie t’a imposé à moi comme la plus naturelle évidence.
Waiting to exhale…
Previously posted on December 3rd of 2017. When you take my breath away… You have to give it back, eventually. Or at least offer mouth-to-mouth. Otherwise, it’s called murder, Love! .
Now…
It was now, just then. Right Now. And, looking back, what a trip it’s been. Sometimes, looking your past in the eyes is the best way to see you didn’t get lost on your way, after all…
Spring sparrow…
Met the first sparrow of spring… Sitting on a branch, at me clearly glancing. Said dear sparrow could you carry a note for me? Could you put a few warm words under your wing for he, who I would like to send a smile to, and if you would go the extra mile, go…… Continue reading Spring sparrow…
Mad…
You drove me crazy, in a straight line, loving me beyond sanity… Then left me on the side of the road, for being mad.
Take me…
Snap a picture, capture my figure, frame me, focus! Choose my blurry lines, Lover… If beauty lies in the eye of the beholder… Show me what I look like, seen through your shutter!
The right tide…
Penning a sigh, drawing a tear in the corner of the page… Rolling my sweetest thoughts, my warmest wishes, tied with my last string of hope… Holding the bottled message in my trembling fingers… Waiting to have the courage. Waiting for a clear sign… Waiting for the right tide… Via today’s Daily Prompt: Courage
Been thinking…
About someone, someone worth a thought, someone worth a lot more… Just been thinking… Wondering if? Wondering When? Wondering Why… Thinking and wondering…
Micro poésie du vendredi…
Mes langues préférées? La mienne, et la tienne… Langues dansantes, vivantes, curieuses… Valsant, entrecroisées, un ballet entre-mêlé… Dans la même bouche de préférence…
Cyranny's Cove 