Funny how Cosette Hands clutched to heart Could sing of love While another watching on Full and empty Is often only A few streets Between them Mind games Toying teasing Playing with its strings Only hurts the more When love comes to An end How often no one knows For whom The river runs deeply Until it flows no more
Affection for a close companion
Can grow should a spark
Be fanned into flame
- if a spark existed at all
So yes, I could reasonably
Imagine growing
Attracted to someone
Based on a mutual friendship
Over a long period of time.
Good looks and physique
Have never been
A precursor to attraction
For me
I am mindful of the heart
Of another
- this is all I see
On the skin and face
The smile and eyes
Come from within
For the sake of joy
To preserve
my future life and family
Shortly, my desire to live
I remembered what love
Ought to feel like.
A careless abandon
That let go of
Self-consciousness...
This ignited in me
A fire that can never
Be put out
"But the agreeable lady Found nothing to say. She only knew how to be Disturbed But she lacked The where-withal to form Any clear hypothesis And for that reason She was in need More than others of Tender friendship and counsel."
Deciding upon What to adorn My walls To keep me content In case we need to stay in again
Thick oak-look frame Appearance is everything Sandstone smiles In the shade Sun behind Holding up a glorious Bouquet of natives Flannel flower power Blue gum leaves My own arrangement By request Selected anything With white bloom Tea tree in season Looking like A big cauliflower Dried nicely In my room I remember
The next a mirror Painted frame Like retro glam Gold and silver Telling me Look at you -How you've weathered So nicely In the stormy seas- Looking at me
Another gold Circular seal With purple For royalty A lineage When born again Not feeling it In fact it tells me Yes you studied Greek among men Not so different From the halls Of Plato Ecumenicum Blending in With other Women Carry a Grecian Jug on my head So as not to attract Attention
A bold shot of blue Spread from end to end Covered in blossoms From a shaky hand Eyes near blind World inside The mind of Monet My dear almond blossom Friend Telling me it's time To leave these walls Behind Remember the branch Severed at one end Can bloom and grow Again