Speak cheerfully,
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
Writing…
Out of one’s mind
And into someone else’s
Small ripples in a vast ocean
Flashy clouds presiding
By Mary Ann Blinkhorn
You must be logged in to post a comment.