A manicure Constantly tending Ever growing Uncomfortable process Paring and smoothing Rough edges Common trait of humanity Yet individual as A fingerprint Love an identity Caring regularly Outward sign of Healthy nurture Nourishment Beautiful accessory To extend To hold In another's Hand
In the hey daze they believed Love is all you need Offspring of starched Apron generation A leaf out of a book Cruel to be kind Post migration Preceded by a silent - Exclamation -
All we see is HMV Flapper dress hair Glitz and flare Through movies eyes We hypnotize My conflagration Of X, Y's, Z's and I Digital pinnacle to climb Steadily insisting We are living in Unprecented times This is my generation
Seeking inspiration With glowing eyes Yet the sweetest find Is in your smile
To have words trampled Beneath the cart wheels On the streets of old St Petersburg Crimes a mystery Hung backlit By brazen streetlight Broken, worn, blue Time it takes To decide ~ are they done? Will they heal? Slowly drip feeding Stew of broth Building marrow Until the shine In the eyes returns Upon hearing A chorus Seeing a glorious Image of affection At mere mention A novel moment Produces a turrent Cascading into Rivers winding Bringing life Bearing it to sea Setting free