Sad Girl
| July 14th, 2009One day on a beautiful beach,
Viewing all that my eyes could reach.
Was a little girl sitting in the sand alone,
Had toys but her smiles were gone.
Saw her parents lazing in the sun,
Not recognizing her lack of fun.
Archive for July, 2009
Word of the week “Libertine”
| July 10th, 2009The work of the week is libertine:
Pronunciation [lib-er-teen]
–noun
1. a person who is morally or sexually unrestrained, esp. a dissolute man; a profligate; rake.
2. a freethinker in religious matters.
3. a person freed from slavery in ancient Rome.
Dessert
| July 9th, 2009Calling travels sonic,
As all surrenders.
Concocting turbulence,
Of northern ideas.
Phenomenal rush,
For snowflakes en ice cream.
Like the morning dew,
Falls this appetite.
Everything reminds me of you, Mother
| July 8th, 2009The silence of constant night unaffected,
By my gaze towards the brilliance of the bursting moon,
Yet, shadowed by the love I once told you to remember, Mother.
Droplets of tears fall forever within,
As they batter memories, ever so present.
Memories of your battle and grasp for dear life, Mother.
These Days
| July 7th, 2009The winds die down some days because it’s God’s will.
Leaves fall, decay, all chimed by reason.
Time flows past whiskers of dim
to vivid memories of life, death and new beginnings.
