Like your world’s not about to crumble
Grab that shy umbrella
Open it aggressively
Some days, weep
Angel with nervy wings speeds by
Reminds me to proceed with caution
I wake up, confident…
Like the morning’s something special
Because it is
And emotion is reckless art
Out of one’s mind
And into someone else’s
Small ripples in a vast ocean
Flashy clouds presiding
By Mary Ann Blinkhorn
Some rather nice lines in this.
Thanks. Most of what you’ll find here is unpolished, but hope it brings a smile now and then. Thanks for reading and commenting. I do appreciate it. 🙂
Love the phrase “shy umbrella”.
And yes, the morning truly is something special.
Enjoying your comments… many thanks.
I see wet pavements under a blustery sky
That imagery sounds about right. Thank you.
I love the first two lines. They are god words to live by.
Thanks so much, Liz. I appreciate your support and kind words.
I love your last verse!
Thanks. Seeing your name made me think of clothing which reminded me to take my clothes out of the dryer just now… so thank you for that too, lol. Best, M.A.
You express with integrity, thank you for the joy of words…
How very kind. Thank you. 🙂