that deep-throated kiss
blushing pink flowers aquiver
excited bees buzz
that deep-throated kiss
blushing pink flowers aquiver
excited bees buzz
dreaming of writing
elusive stories etched on
the eyelids of sleep
the first bees, flying
in furry coats, give flowers
their welcoming kiss
birds are hunkered down
in a newly budded tree
a morning shower
every keystroke
marks a beat a measured stroke
a binding minute
an operative
under constant surveillance
a chained dog barking
that queezy feeling
sun flashing through trees at speed
a schedule too full
how I long to clasp
a hand, to hug another
momentarily
speeding cars passing
physical destinations
face to face meetings
my tongue worrying
a broken tooth, sharp edges
dark fearful spaces
I dream so I write ..
New Ideas, New Forms
Musings from an insignificant writer
14 hectares of thrills, spills and fun!
A Journal of Poetic Observations
Pictures and Poetry, Picture Poetry
My Journey on the Lonely Road to Deaf Acceptance
Ellen Grace Olinger