Five Seven Five

Inspiration:
Night sky deep azure.
Silver crescent moon swings low.
Winter turns to Spring.
...
Curly Joe:
Cat, tail to the wind,
Leaning against silent house -
Fur shivers in waves.

Poetry:
Words bloom in my heart,
Their petals fall past my hands.
Paper sweeps them up.
...
Daydream:
Emptiness abounds.
Life flows forever onward,
Longing to be filled.
...
Friend:
Ida, a year gone,
Vivid in my memory.
Muse left, I can't write.

(c) 2009 Martha McLemore