Thank you! I'm thinking more along the lines of a global take over through poetry..... the plans are in their early stages of course! Today a handful of followers.... tomorrow the world
The universe awaits your call for a poem to unfold from blankets warm and toasty to jam an jelly with breakfast cooing doves 🕊️ peacefully approaching.
Wonderful thank you. ❤ Currently I just have pigeons at dawn, but I fondly listen to their Spring excitement in flapping wings and cooing and I am glad they have each other 🙂
Yes indeed! Tomorrow I will leave the house to find annoying suitors throwing themselves at my feet all over the town and disturbing my peaceful morning walk!
Let the spring spirit sprites play
Enjoy the soft sunshine ray.
Tomorrow may rain
Bring May flowers, less showers.
Beautiful Richard, thank you ❤
Let the spirt sprites play / I love that.
Me too Gloria!
Very nicely done Miss April!
Thanks David 🙏 just having a bit of fun with this really.
How apt that April is poetry month and your name? Love it, my dear! Hope you manage to turn the celebration into an international affair.
Thank you! I'm thinking more along the lines of a global take over through poetry..... the plans are in their early stages of course! Today a handful of followers.... tomorrow the world
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An Easter poem for my wife written in 2023.
April’s Allegory: A Composition for My Wife
April. Month of suddeness and sly smiles.
She—
my wife,
translates
day
into
a dialect of delight.
Her laughter?
A syntax of spices.
Her gaze?
A grammar of glow.
Life, she stirs—
not with spoons, but
with whispers of whims.
In her arms,
my worries
unword themselves.
Our kitchen?
A lexicon of longings—
each dish,
a poem,
seasoned with sensuality.
She, an April tale—
woven with winks of warmth,
and whispers of wild.
Touch—
light as a lexeme,
casts shadows
that dance
like doubt dispelled.
A saucy minx,
mapping mirth
onto the mundane.
Moves?
A mosaic of moments,
each step
a stanza,
her curves,
cantos of captivation.
April’s wine—
sweet on our lips,
in her,
my narrative finds
its nucleus.
With every dawn,
grateful,
for this gift—
her presence,
a palimpsest of passion.
Oh my! I want someone to write a poem like that for me one day!! ❤❤
The universe awaits your call for a poem to unfold from blankets warm and toasty to jam an jelly with breakfast cooing doves 🕊️ peacefully approaching.
Wonderful thank you. ❤ Currently I just have pigeons at dawn, but I fondly listen to their Spring excitement in flapping wings and cooing and I am glad they have each other 🙂
The universe provides coos and some delights. Feathers fly, wings flutter free from branches boughs a show of songs to listen to all day long.
I have every confidence that they will.
And how do you know that someone hasn’t already written poems about you?
Then I beg them not be shy! Come forth and make yourselves known passion suitors ...😂
Be careful what you wish for…
Yes indeed! Tomorrow I will leave the house to find annoying suitors throwing themselves at my feet all over the town and disturbing my peaceful morning walk!