At the promise of spring
the schooner is finally set to sail
’tis better not to kvetch
Soul sisters share stories at night
doing mother’s will
Winning battles our way
With me, you better tread with caution
as passion often incites treason
bubbling and frothing to putrid death
I do have a yen for the luxury of anonymity
with appreciation, this heart does beam
keeping me warm and safe
As life transits towards the end
it makes my staid life a mural of flavours
and in my dreams the lullaby carries me home.
The first four stanzas were put together for the MTB at dVerse last week. Both Jane and Merril mentioned that it would be a cadralor if I added one more stanza. So I went back to my poems and picked three more end lines. Is it a cadralor now, do tell!
Sharing at dVerse OLN.