Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Time crunched

It's a beautiful day with lots to say
Time crunched so I will make it short for old times sake
I forgive the world for its lack of time to permit
Not allowed the chance to unravel
My days begin to fray
What happened so recently ,my brain ;
even sooner has forgotten

Hidden book

A closed book I sit on a shelf
Clothes took to fit myself
Life's  story being foreseen
I await stitched inside These four seams

Under a tac

I feed on feedback
I never feel under attack
In an open field
I remain an unread bulletin
Pinned under a tac
My story abandoned
Bits and pieces
 left remains

At ease

I feed on feedback
Even while I stand on my feet or stretch my back
I never feel under attack
In a open field i remain an unread bulletin pinned under a tac

A closed book I sit on a shelf
Clothes took  to fit  myself
Life's story  foreseen
I'm stitched inside these four seams


Reliving the  good days
Why can't I  remain in this daze
I don't regret my past
For  its time already passed
I remain at peace 
After all I'm still in one piece