Dribble
Creativity dribbles from my soul in spurts of creativity sometimes.
Words dribble off the gold trimmed page
Like treacle.
Some portions have a darker tinge
Due to the struggle
Creativity finds in soaring.
Mags Alden, June 23, 2009
Creativity dribbles from my soul in spurts of creativity sometimes.
Words dribble off the gold trimmed page
Like treacle.
Some portions have a darker tinge
Due to the struggle
Creativity finds in soaring.
Mags Alden, June 23, 2009
Written passing something personal
The river of Gold turns to River of Scarlet
I lay in pain on the grass
Though stones of this struggle be round or sharp
They will pass I know
But as I lay in pain on the grass
I spy a flower
A simple flower white like a daisy
With a simple yellow centre
And near it a ladybug
I see a butterfly flutter overhead
I lay in pain on the grass
The pain is still there.
But I know it will pass
But the beauty
Now a flower
Now a beetle
Now a butterfly
Will always remain
I will forget the pain
DWPenner 10 July 2008.