Small Issues
A rose petal flies in view of my eyes
The pink colour shaded to a vivid dye
Pouring raindrops rap the lone petal
That darkens with each pelted raindrop
And falls to the ground; slowly deforming
The petal touches base & I move on
Unknowingly my foot tears the life
Of the once beautiful petal, now dead…..
Tap dancing tadpoles spring me a tune
Opera lady uproars to a screeching song
Melody of human emotion; laughing a tear
The crawling spider scuttles the mount
Of old birthday cards; long forgotten keepsakes
Amusing though, the penny a piece poems
Written by uncompassionate writers…..
The queen of diamonds, my dear Rosaline
Leaves me with the promise of poverty
The wrong choice, I was the king of hearts
Acting a pauper imitating the prince, I laugh
Haute cuisine invitations cover my last meal
With my boater I’m ecstatic with escapism
From you; Queen of Diamonds why were you
Not the Queen of hearts……..