Broken Pencil
Fresh from nowhere, it came, baggage in hand, All I could do was gape, just letting it stand, Though invited, yet so unwelcome, it would never understand, While every passing second was encroaching upon its land. It looked me in
Promise
Many years ago, I made myself one, Though initially I told it to no one, It is one of those things that needs no telling, They seized it, like an idea that needs no selling. Only for a few decades,
Daisybud
Swaying in consonance with an ebullient breeze, She shakes off its advances, with a careworn ease, Ruffling her petals, as she hung onto a slender stalk, Proclaiming gustily that it isn’t only humans who stalk. She stands up, and walks