I guess I’d better share some more of my short verses here. What am I gonna do with them anyway. Some aren’t about love, though I could write verses of that kind every minute of my day. But I didn’t want to nauseate my readers so I tried to come up with something else. They tend to be namby-pamby still. Hope you’ll like them as well.
The hues that take on a magical glow
dovetailing the surrender of dawn
leaves me in a shadow of light
that bends my way to the grandest day
My real string of pearls
are words printed down on paper
either seeking my eyes’ perusal
or inspiring me to write my own truth.
She might have paid too heavy a price
for the gray skies that drifted upon her.
Yet she trudges further along..
hoping that maybe, just maybe,
a little chocolate, some pasta and a kitten’s love
are all waiting for her at the end of the rainbow.