The Taste of Words

 

her brain creates stories

out of patches of sunlight

purple and green ribbons

and the aroma of cinnamon

sprinkled on honeyed hot chocolate

 

some days she spices it up

with ginger and a pinch of chilli

the tales become hot and steamy

and she requires a fan

to cool her flushed overactive mind

 

in more rational times

she writes cool minty tomes

where facts align themselves

in neat parallel rows

all syllables are counted

 

 

Copyright June 2017

Popping The Cherry

 

except for the two cats under an umbrella

the page is empty and somewhat intimidating

a new notebook needs to be broken in

a few scribblings out of thoughts gone awry

 

earlier the phone rang and rang and no one left a message

I did not have the urge to answer

the effort required to speak is greater than

{in inverse relation to} the efforts of pen

 

Copyright May 2017