Another day, another page

Meet me under the red umbrella

I’ll read you a page from my new novella

They have the Columbian brew you love best

To stir a heated philosophical quest.

 

Your eyes look tired, are you sleeping enough?

Come on, talk now, you can say if it’s rough

A perfect remedy for your numb stare -

Two purple white poppies, weaved through your hair.

 

Come now, my muse, you cannot be still

For what then will happen to my writing will?

If only I manage to get your tongue loose

Maybe I’ll undo this tightening noose.

Reviews

[Ardra]

Your poetry is always soft smooth...just like the way delicious chocolate melts in one's mouth....your poetry melts into the senses.... thanks for sharing it....I liked the picture posted with it...

[B]

That's very beautiful
I miss writing now