Poetry Blogs (lake)
Below the incurious sheep on the hill
that stare at me as they endlessly chew
The sun is warm and I perch on a stone to watch quietly
As it is reflected off the surface of the lake:
the part not covered with pond weed
where flies dip and buzz
dragonflies and damselflies dart
Tuesday 4th September 2018 2:46 pm
I don’t just want to fall in love,
I want to skydive from 3000ft into a huge lake of love,
I want to walk off a cliff and into a canyon of love,
I want to trip into the Volcano and the lava, of love.
Because falling in love shouldn’t be as easy,
As me kissing you, and you kissing me.
Friday 13th January 2012 9:41 pm