By Kathryn Braithwaite. Copyright 2012
Day: July 11, 2022
I didn’t abuse you, it was a snap-dragon next to me
Please give me peace,lily.
Roses can be read by those in the know
Where’s the menu? I ate it? I need solid food
Polyanthus is a name I abhor.I can’t even spell it.
What’s the bill? A piece of paper .That figures
Lupins are my favourite form of life
I’d hate to read a paper on quantum theory.That’s why we get the Sun.We know what to expect.Probably…. about 96% sure
Why do people eat ducks’ legs? Seems so cruel.I know ducks swim but……
This is my mobile home.What, a tent? No, it’s a headboard
A pity gold was discovered.Mud is less contentious
Satan is my fiend today.Let us pray/play.prey
The leaves looks black the sun has sunk down low
No chariots of fire,no winter snow
In between the seasons of our minds
Comes the early Christmas be you kind
The black tents in the desert
No space for love and peace here is the Void
Late November,trees still shed burnt leaves
They gently swirl and fly tossed on the breeze
The birds pretend alarm and fly about.
Play the flute and entertain no doubts