I live in a house;
Drawn curtains
landscaped garden,
- A picture of content
...
The last time they smiled, Its been a while
Neither do they laugh
Secretly rolling in laughter, they pretend to cough
...
one fell to the ground every now and then..
the rust earth covered with yellow flowers
carelessly strewn
Yet how carefully made..
...
I hobbled
onto a chair with raised legs
All I wanted was to gobble
some eggs
...
The summers are brittle
in my valley
covered in red laterite dust
there’s water little
...
He’s built a machine
Has young and old gushing
Ever since he was born
“He’s a genius” said all
...
Tonight, I wish I could sleep on a bundle of hay
carefree and gay
I may
even croon
...
The nip in the air bites into my skin
I snuggle closer to him
“Santa's in town”
says grandpa
...
I rested against the trunk of the old oak
the grass beside me
curved through all slopes
The sun rising in the distant valley
...
There is a Bakula tree,
right before my home
shelters a thousand birds
and a garden gnome
...
'Wifey', cried the owl
Serene is thy howl
You're the best singer in town
He added with a frown
...
Dorothy is a software engineer and a writer at heart. She pens funny poems and short stories and has a penchant for good rhymes.)
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings- A Tribute To Maya Angelou
I live in a house;
Drawn curtains
landscaped garden,
- A picture of content
My restless soul
Scrolls
The pages of my dreams;
Scouting
For a wayward trout
Over precarious ledges
And a dancing stream;
Spends sleepless nights on dried grass
A canopy of stars
A gentle breeze, rustling leaves;
Is music to my ears
Do you not miss the warmth of a home?
Your comfort zone?
A bohemian
at heart; how do I live days in oblivion?
I pen my thoughts
To untie the knots
Is this why the caged bird sings
Pinning;
For the lost sky
Helo