Hi-ho and hello.
Today I bring poetry, being I’d rather talk this way today as it is, I’m tired, exhausted and just getting to that point where the bubbles are starting to show at the base of the filled pot.
Islands
By: M. R. Vega
The lanes of two, parallel, incessant, a call to demand for stimulation, a quiet silence of being apart.
I see islands, so close, still distant, islands of you, islands of me, islands of difference, juxtaposed with the background of hurricane season. I see islands.
The rolling, a thrashing to the waters, take a slice, take to splice, to us, nearing to the echelon, it brings the rungs, to take to level, where we may meet in the middle.
The islands still I see, far apart, yet still so near. A bridge to carry the thoughts of the heart to one another, if only, it was only, but so, so, so long ago.
Islands, Islands, beneath that surface, there stands a toppled bridge, see what takes the turbulent whirlpools, contemplate this placid and lacquered finish, let it keep its place, islands, and islands. Take a look.
Find the bridge, bring the tether, let it hoist above to carry, a heart to the lips of you, bring the island, and pulse this heart, Islands, Islands.
I only see Islands…
Quiet
By: M. R. Vega
Edited version to come later on…
But I would like to give A massive happy mother’s Day! To all that are and will be. Thank you!
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night I do apologize for one poem and one home only life calls to too many distractions sometimes in my ADHD is an issue twitch I apologize and appreciate the coming back, so thank you truly thank you.
Nosce Te Ipsum
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