Poetry – Page 52 – JJJ Interactive Books

Goldfinch

I thought he was a flower!

Stop fighting and look into the depths.

Plant a seed with passion and it will bear the most beautiful fruit.

From where do the words come?

You see blood sucking vampires and I see a garden of beautiful flowers with a few pesky insects.

Poetry and writing do help in the search for solace.

When it rains, it comes in torrents.

Is today the day?

Who is your bedfellow?

Frogs sing in the trees.A shooting star overheadOne deep breath – exhale.