In Idle Verses

Rippling across the idle stream are your thoughts slowly drifting...

Tinkling like

The distant melody

Of a wooden music box

My fairytale begins ---

But I am her

Who wonders why

Her happy thoughts

Can’t make her fly

 

Dreams and hopes

Are sown with love

In the fertile earth

Like little seeds ---

But they always ripen

To destructive weeds

When drowned in reality

 

Swirling like

Sweet buttercup milk

In a mug of bitter tea

My journey continues ---

Bravely in the morning

I dodge the fires

In fear at night

I hush my cries

 

One’s strong visage

As valor doesn’t count

The shell matters not ---

True power resides

Deep within the heart

That even without the sword

Guards the body and soul

 

Shining like

The soft stars

Of the vast galaxy

My long search ends ---

No reward awaits my success

But with a smile

I go to rest

 

With my finger

I can create ripples ---

 

Ripples turn to waves

To disturb the stillness

Of this endless idle stream

 

Reviews

[Brittany Zedalis]

Oh man I love the imagery. It is perfect. Beautiful work.

[Endeavor]

Thank you very much! :)

[Madalyn Beck]

I love the imagery here! And that last verse - perfect! This is such a beautiful piece you have put together. Great write!!

[Endeavor]

Thank you for the kind words!