"I've come to milk the buttercups"
said the Fairie to the Elf,
"I have only the word of nature
But no motives for myself."
The Elf reached into his breeches
And withdrew an impressive array
Of baubles and pipes
That were warm to the touch
And blew the Fairie away!
week 29 July 2018
The Hallows of my mind
Deep in slumber.
Sonic signals bounce down
Into yesteryears' tomorrow.
Raging aging face and flabby form
No get up and go
No frantic needless must nots
Or must do's , just
Must remember, Must remember,
Its important to remember.
Now is all there is
All that is available.
Deep Slumbers of the mind
Sonic Signals on a downward
Spiral search the depths
For Soft landings and peaceful caress.
