trapped

a deserted soul
forever trapped behind eyes
of isolation

Poetry

Poetry is pure emotion
It speaks with vivid devotion

It tells a story of feeling
one that can be quite revealing

Words that simply come together
Phrases forming without tether

A picture painted from the heart
To have all visualize in part

A depiction of our soul
A poem that makes us whole

Chipmunk

A coat all streaked in shades of brown
A home borrowed thru out the ground

Cheeks a full with autumns plunder
winters hoards enough I wonder

Plenty of nuts and seeds to please
all gathered with such expertise

shucking shelling to reveal foils
tucking away so not one spoils

True I'm a mammal small in size
To you I say do not chastise

For that little debility
I wright with speed an agility

Chipmunk is what I aim to be
not some silly punk you will see

Ice cream cone

I'm sitting here alone
With just an ice cream cone

Sucking at the side
With nothing to hide

A kid at heart
And no impart

With no one to adhere
Ice cream from ear to ear

Keep on licking up and down
Without so much as a frown

Like a boy so boisterous
Oh what ice creamy goodness

pine trio

solitary pine
needles green covered in snow
suspended in time till spring

Branches are hanging
down under a blanket of white
waiting for a thaw

A bird on it's limb
standing alone head in wing
sleeping in this cold