Stagnation

There is much beauty around but yet my eyes remain shut. Much confusion in the mind, muddled with the day to day This is what brings the artist down, the blinds of a horse that steers the cart each day Follow the carrot and continue to eat your oats. You are such a good girl with a smack on the flank by a stinging whip each day.

Girl Games

I use to play “He loves me, He loves me not” with a withered dandelion Watching the fuzzy parts zigzag into the sky, the tell all seer reaching an unknown destination, It might have landed in the field next to my house or the pool of water after a thunderstorm. I always thought that by some force of magic it would bring forth a merman, not by the sea or earth. But of a child’s imagination, trying to know what it is like to float through the stars. Waterhouse