Tuesday, 13 November 2018

Twinkle twinkle little star 🌟

Twinkle twinkle little star,
being of wonder, being of light.
You found a hold of my hart.
Breathe blissfully through the night.
Twinkle twinkle little star,
being of wonder, being of light.
      
 Twinkle twinkle little star,
being of wonder, being of light.
Dream my arms rock y'a-bye,
through rainbows of golden wow.
Twinkle twinkle little star,
hope to shelter who you are.



Friday, 9 November 2018

My chubby source of snot 😪

My little miracle.
Rub a runny nose against my favorite blouse,
your tummy does more noises than a horse
and your diaper needs constant fumigating.

My bundle of joy.
Drool on my phone or drum it against a table,
your screams pierce through concrete walls
and your sticky hands grab everything they're able.

I'll take you to the moon and back,
just don't ask me why I am flat,
or comment me on my size of jeans.

I'll hold you higher than the sky,
just be patient with my memory,
and remember I wouldn't trade it.

Considering publishing a poem

I am considering publishing a poem.
I have checked where is the best place to do so, but in all cases it has to be something never before published... new material.
So first I am gathering the inspiration for a new poem that has a better version of my writing so I can get it places.
Don't get this the wrong way.
I am still interested in writing words to the wind, but just once I hoped this would be a less passing puff of air... that my words had a chance to be received.
Any suggestions?
(silence)
See what I mean... I am starting to feel like a lunatic talking to myself... in writing. 😅