Prequel

Peter Piper plucked a pound of putrid plums

Placing them in pies, pasta, and pizza

Peddling them primarily at the park

But putrid plums pay peanuts

So Peter Piper’s prestigious penthouse was repossessed

“Perhaps,” plucky Peter plotted

“Pickled peppers should plump my plastic purse.”

For all who've ever wondered why Peter Piper picked that peck of pickled peppers.

 Written for dVerse.

 

Cycles

echoes in the repeats

the ripples, the riddles of life

from the newborn cry

to the marriage vows

whispered under the setting sun

the rising moon waxes

watching the living pattern

as the waves crash down

the same as they always were

but new

Written for dVerse

Rise

I float – bob, bob – dip and drift

in a silk lined balloon

apricot, lime, and amethyst

pooling against the clear cerulean sky.

Secured tight to the colors

by the soft chiffon of starlight

held up by the blazing fire of my dreams.

Rising high.

Written for dVerse