This is my heart disguised as a poem.
Read it with your mouth pursed...
Midstream extremes scream horror in my dreams
Discovered the Informer Explorer...
I am not ill or poorly
Though some thing is not right...
Familiar fires smoulder throughout
my mind...
The man who lives
between my penned lines...
I wonder each day
how to express...
Bread
freshly baked...
When writing a poem, I was told:
"Do not repeat the same words."...
Dust particles rain like confetti
onto the covers of neglected books...
Snow is the stack of cards,
maybe aces who are looking...
You've ripped apart my trusting heart
then thrown it to the wind...
It's no mystery loving a man
who behaves like the moon...