Lamb on the Lam

Twenty minutes on the clock
The face of my free spirit
Against the window pain
Of my working soul
Looking out to the forest
Through subjected eyes
Would jump through the pane
And frolic like a spring lamb
But the wolves of hunger
Snarl at dreams on the lam
And keep me punching in
And punching out
Penned inside a body
Enslaved by brick walls.

Stay the Night

56 degrees is a thaw of heart
To tree frogs getting an early start
Sighing over shiny water
Waiting for a moonlit lover.

Fog hovers near the river
Slowly dancing with her giver
Long hair curling with the music
Flowing through the undercurrent.

The sun unwilling to lose this sight
Holds on to both the edges of tonight
Onto the east the moon shines over
Onto the west the pink spreads under.

Into this glory I am cast
Would this mud could hold me fast
But on I trudge about my business
Far removed from the art of living.

Scamps and Jesus

From thoroughbred racehorses to donkeys!

Go figure.

From enhanced excitement and frantic frustration

To funny fiascoes and eclectic emotions.

Is this indicative of a downhill slide on the ladder of life?

I think not.

Here I might find tranquility,

Find joy,

Find Jesus.

By Trudy Jo Watkins

Old Lady of the Woods

Bright and Empty Space

The white page is the light

When I have nothing left to say

The black letters

Little birds that fly away

The two together bound

Of gentler thoughts made

A cage of unruliness

Where fears are played

Until submitted to paper

Perched in sleep

Silenced prayers

My soul to keep

My fingers turn another page

The light is bright

And empty space

Sunflower

one

sun

a world

united

living cohesion

an expansion of creation

wave of wonder to concretion from a word spoken

patterned paternity in maternal matrix of hanging gardens hinged by spacetime

seen in single spiraling galaxy of sunflower seeded Fibonacci sequence pollinating one honey drone's ancestral tree

Prompted by Verse First ~ Fibonacci Poems at Poets United and for love of numbers.