Fridays finds Her biding Time
Chastity vibe and a bottle of Wine
Resting upon a ledge balance beamed
Light and dark fluidity of movement-
Diurnal Vernal blade of Bluegrass
Holding the contour of a footstep
Left Behind yesterdays Gamble.
A Win streak Wind beaked Birdcall
Beckons a Supper time…
I wrote this in... under ten minutes. No edits. That's something really rare for me, because I have a tendency to write prose so forming my ideas into poetic structure can sometimes take a while.
However, I realize it has a more simplistic, less dramatic style than a lot of…
Feeling lost with nowhere to turn. Messed up so many times you lost count and asking the Lord for one more chance just mold me again...Have you ever felt that way? Well this poem is for you, and me too.