PROSE GARDEN


I sat by the trees one gloomy day
I had only a pen
my thoughts and napkins
nuts and stones at my feet

I felt the wind prodding me
the thunder warning me
to write
for soon it would be to late

i thought of hurts
given and recieved
tears felt, seen and sent

Anger wrongly felt
selfishly thrown
kept for warmth

Love + Kisses
oh how I miss the kisses
my first like sweet strawberries (oh how I love strawberries)
my favorite ( forever I wish it lasted)
my third (how I wish for a replay + replay + replay)

The Hugs
poetry written for
remembered
thanked and ached often for

My feelings and Thoughts
they should be honored and awarded
how many times have I forgotten
blamed or cursed them.

My dearest Prose Garden.....thank you Earl

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