Sweet Sixteen – Sonnet XXVIII

And while I knew well it would not be a dream / I expected a little less grinding of gears.

knowitall

“I’m old enough; I know it all,” she stated; “Not numbers, books, but ways of love and living.”

glimmers

scintillating sparkles in oceans of inky blackness

“If” – A Grateful Nod to Seuss

If I ran the zoo (hey, you know what? I do!)

Wrung Out

hazard the hopeful exhalation.

Lifeguard on Duty

I keep moving my arms away, but those ossified weights just keep pulling her under.

reaching

progeny / feeling the pressure

joysong interrupted

wrens laid eggs
/ in the coop.
/ sang
/ almost
/ constantly.

note by note

complex chromaticity compels me