You chatter away like
an angry squirrel,
I watch you scamper
off and finally resemble
a fading flower.

Down I go
Dying slow; no carpet rides
Beneath the blue below
Precious diamonds; pressure only grinds my bones
         That which dwells in these depths,
         Must be overthrown
         Like the stone, dragging me deeper
         Into this black cold
All my sunken attempts
Dress the sand in swords
For all the fallen warriors slain
By the dueling voices inside my brain
        Chained to pillars in this endless ocean
        Composure erodes like weathered boulders
        Yet, I stand staunch against the breaking waves
        For what is outside myself, I have no mind to claim

Effulgent hues of spring shall be on view
They'll make for a smashing garden review
A most splendid floral display to see
Trees and vines prettily attired
Truly a glory that can be admired
The pink sweet peas o'er trellis adorning
Looking so divine at break of morning
Yellow daffodils blooming near the path's lee
Every shade of the rainbow parading
Adding lovely tones to the glading
A bursting forth of many bright flowers
Unto one's heart they'll bring such delights
In yards a vast bouquet of fair highlights
Stunning shall be these grouse floret showers

You took a selfie yesterday
And this is what you saw
A woman with the saddest eyes
Trying hard to make a smile.

Your face was etched with weary lines
Though your complexion was still fine
You looked as if you’d seen the world
In all its ugly guises.

Pain and utter hopelessness
Had left tracks on your spirit -
And dimmed the sparkle in your gaze
To just a faint remembrance.

You looked like you had fought a war
And were forced to sign a treaty
That left you with no place to go
And no more foes to conquer.

Your eyes, the mirror of your soul,
Projected only sorrow -
Yet somehow they produced a glow
That said you have hope for tomorrow.
                  ljm

I sometimes lose myself from pain
Wondering if it will ever end
'Cause this is taking so long
Don't know what I'm doing wrong

You've pulled me out of it far too many times
You've brought light to my life
But now that you're gone
Seems like you're bringing the light with you.

As I glance around my corner room,
a place that I call home;
The walls glistening in pearly white,
bringing peace when I'm alone.

My writing desk of hearty oak,
is carved quite intricately;
With books and papers piled high,
all arranged meticulously.

A tiny table sits by the window,
and placed there with supreme delicacy;
Is my collection of porcelain flowers,
imbuing a sense of serenity.

A Queen Anne's chair near the fireplace,
gleams in a vivid, azure blue;
With a comfy quilt of rosy pink,
lay waiting for me at noon.

The flowing diaphanous curtains,
allow rays of pale sunlight today;
While my tea-tray tempts my appetite,
for luscious tastes of scones and Earl Grey.

I could not ask for any finer things,
to set my eager mind at rest;
What a lovely way to face the world,
with a life that's genuinely blessed !