|
Custom
Poetry
For All Occasions
For Women Only
BUBBLE BATH
In a bathtub that’s teeming with
bubbly brew
Of strawberry beads in a hot misty stew
I cautiously step into smooth oozing broth
Topped with a tingling, tickly froth
Into the balm of white billows I slip
To savor the scent of a pillowy dip
A soapy and sudsy and slippery loft
So lusciously plush and deliciously soft!
Wrapped in caresses of fluffy light
foam
Lathered in spume of a puffy white dome
Buoyant and cushiony, tingle and tang
Soft of soufflé and the puff of meringue
Now light up a candle and soak to the
core
And please do not anyone knock on the door!
THIS GENTLE PEACE
Here, more starlight fills the
heavens
For the skies are wide and deep
More enchanting is the moonlight
Where the eyes of dreamers sleep
Whiter is the white of winter
More small footprints dot the snow
And the songbirds sing more sweetly
Than in any place I know
Flowers grace the sloping meadow
With more dainty bits of lace
Even sunsets cast more lovely, glowing
Thoughts across my face
And the peace, the gentle peace
That fills each morning as I rise
Is the silence of your presence
Still embedded in my eyes
A SENTIMENTAL TEAR
A sentimental tear is what remains of
love that has been lost.
Though sorrow has long spent its life,
yet it reaches back into itself
in sudden jolts
that wrench a tear
from the heart’s most intimate well,
sweetly primed by a long ago tune
tenderly drawn by memory’s delicate prism
lifted gently from the eye of innocence
onto a weathered cheek of acceptance.
I cannot allow words to define such a
tear.
For in truth I do believe
that words of remorse
are but a veil that hides the joy
of all fulfilling moments lived
To speak of love,
I must allow an equal tear of pleasure
to flow in grace and beauty from the same well
to represent the innocence
of tiny fingertips
that softly stroke my breast
and put a mother’s sacred memories to rest
For it was never meant to be
that life should be an ever flowering tree
Blossoms that adorn the bough today
are gifts from God
and deserve equal praise as those
that bloomed in yesterday’s season
|
