When you go I become
the sea gull begging salt from
from briny air,
My heart a deep blue sea.
I channel you in the nightingale’s
perpetual call that awakens my
unrelenting desire.
Come the buttery dawn your faded coat
hangs from my bed post and I
become so small I could slip
inside the lining of your chest,
sheltered by the warmth of your
skin where I belong.
by HOUSE OF HEART
© All rights reserved 2024
When the last grain of sand finally falls,
through the cracks of the hourglass,
I hope it finds me grateful, content,
having lived a life that’s truly been mine.
With no regrets, I’ll cherish memories:
breaking rules, stealing smiles, and free.
I jumped the gun, fell deeply in love,
and watched sunrise, euphoric and above.
On rooftops, I danced with morning dew,
felt life’s pulse, and let my spirit renew.
My time’s been filled with laughter, tears,
and moments that dispel all fears.
When my hour’s up, I’ll greet death’s gentle keeper,
with cheer, and finally, eternal sleep’s whisper.
I’ll ask to haunt old libraries’ hallowed halls,
play with the clouds, and hear their gentle calls.
Till then, I live. I laugh, cry, smile,
at life’s beauty, and it’s worthwhile.
by TESSIE
© All rights reserved 2024
What happens beyond ‘They lived happily ever after’?
Ever since Pinocchio lied to the customers 9-to-5,
under the terms of his employment contract.
Now his nose doesn’t provoke peals of laughter,
Pinocchio’s settled down and even has half a mind to wive.
Yes, Pinocchio achieved everything… but something he has lacked.
That’s why on Sundays he secretly runs away to the wood,
leans against a tree and whispers silly tall tales.
He strikes roots, he revels in blissful repose…
And with foolish raptures, like in childhood,
Pinocchio looks at two magpies with long tails
that have nestled down to gossip on his branchy nose.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2016
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