At DVerse, for quadrille Monday, we are drumming! I have many positive associations with drums and drumming, so this was fun, but still difficult to write one that I wanted to share. Tell me what you think about this. 🙂
Words are pounding in my mind,
They can’t sneak out of this skull,
But need a pen as a conduit:
My heart speaks nervousness
As it drums against the lungs
Like bongos :
I need to let
The words go
She often reads intentions
Which do not exist
In her male friends’ actions:
This hopeless romantic
Might be melted by a smile
Or any surprising kindness,
The distance twixt her daydreams
And the truth being miles.
Unguarded heart needs to be fixed!
Today at DVerse, our quadrilles are filled with magic!
If people could 3-D print their nightly dreams,
Wouldn’t that be a fantastic kind of magic?
We could walk outside and see real
Camaraderie, and imaginative connections.
Unicorns and leprechauns could be real.
Then again, I still dream of work:
Let’s print fewer nightmares.
Hot pizza steaming,
Fresh from the oven
On a pizza peel,
Tummy rumbling hungrily,
Can’t wait to eat,
Cheese is looking lovely,
Melted with pieces of meat
And several vegetables —
Senses buzz with delight,
Crunching into golden crust
Of pizza so glorious.
This is brought to you by DVerse quadrille prompt and the fact that I was really hungry when I sat down to write a poem.
I ask that my dreams be filled with happiness,
But more often there is much nervousness —
I dream of lost things, of storms
Without shelter, of fears in several forms.
Yet sometimes, though the dreams may scare,
I prefer them to reality’s stark stare.