All those I should haves

Art work by my daughter Natalia,

...All those I should haves, shelved in my soul
They’re so; liken the autumn leaves, hidden scroll.
Turning gold; they’re simply, just a pianos key,
Clarinet, violins string, harps chord, too breathy.

Them, I should haves, how they fill me with grief:
They soaked-up the daylight; and the moons motif.
They cast me off - adrift; till I'm ill at ease.
Briefly, I am composite the woods and fairies.

And the red bulbous; mushrooms fungi-spores.
Whose aching I should haves, now compound"
Too break my logic - my inner peace - my inner core.
Too have me dumbfound, still longing, still astound…

Wanting, still the wonders; the miracles of more
Of all the beauty - sadness"of all I abhor!

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

A very expressive piece with some truly magical imagery. And such a unique pen you have. I like that a lot.

[Mark Heathcote]

I'm glad you liked it, thank you. :)