Love’s leg twisted like an insect broken on the ground,

and truth did squat in waiting by the side of starving heart,

as air grew heavy, screamed for yes, but when no came,

could only laugh, like tinkled music on a radio set loud.


My mind was licking through memories, hunched and ready

like a restless, spongey cat whose weight in gentle wallow ,

settled at the side of hope, rubbed eyes of deepest blue

as the wind blew through trees and Soul held heaven steady.


Time’s pen did draw a picture, lined in shining, polished silver,

and in the corner was the knot of passion, finely set, revealed,

a test of life where small kids dreams could find a settled place;

in that silent Spring of being which rides heart like a river.


Sky fluffed skirts of rust and cream and iridescent blues,

in magic of becoming, the clouds gathered in blossomed party,

to celebrate the morning of deliverance when freedom called;

courage leads the way when mind wails forever what it rues.


About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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