Day: April 23, 2015

Painting Roses

/ Lynda Bullerwell poetry / Leave a comment

A twist of fate
and everything changed.

There I was
penning dreams in a notebook,
that, still, no one can decipher.

Perhaps I do not want them to
speaking in clandestine metaphor
to feed the constellations;

vowels dancing
like I never could

painting roses
like there’s no tomorrow.

It is easy to pick apart
what you don’t understand
and find fault with emotion

when there is so little
in your heart, to spill.

~

~day 23 NaPoMo…a poem a day in April